God, Stangers, and a few anwsers
So tonight while I was at work I was battling with myself if I care too much, if my care is misplaced, or should I really decide on people that I label "I care for you" and "I could not care less." I found out a person that used to be a huge part of my life, possible needs some words of comfort or something along that nature. Well all the other times I've tried to do this in the past it has been thrown back in my face with a silent "I don’t need your help." Well with this in mind you can see where the debate began, do I continue to give a damn and have it fallen on empty ears, or just say whatever and go about with only my problems and sort of feel bad for it. Well this continued all night. Until about 5am, a woman who had had a little too much to drink, came in and wanted to know if we had a room open that she could just crash in for a few hours really cheap. Well we did not. But for some reason I felt just so compelled to help this person that I did everything I'm my power to get her a room as close as possible and ASAP. Well I accomplished this by telling a few lies and getting her a dirt-cheap room on the next exit down. When she was about to leave I insisted that she get some coffee and something to eat before she left. She took me up on the coffee and thanked me. After she left I couldn’t help but think of Jesus’ quote "what you do to the least of you, you do to me" (or something along those lines). I donno I just felt good for what I did, not in a prideful way but something different. It didn’t give me direct answers to what I was wondering before this incident, but God's answers and hardly ever direct anyway. I wish everything were as easy as just being hospitable to a stranger and no so hard as to being hospitable to someone that doesn’t care what you have to say.