She was standing at a corner at an intersection when I drove up yesterday. I motioned for her to go ahead and walk. She motioned to me, so I rolled down the window. She asked me for a ride, but as I looked at her, I could see she was in trouble. I told her I could not give her a ride, and asked if she was okay. She asked me if I could park my van and get out and talk with her. As I did so, she asked me if I had any water. I gave her some.
She was barefoot and her forearms had fresh scars on them not healed yet. She seemed dazed and asked if there was a store nearby. That indicated to me she was not from that neighborhood because anyone living in the area would know there was a supermarket a few short blocks from where we were.
I asked her if she needed help, which caused her to be nervous. She walked across the street and talked with a woman who was outside of her house. The woman gave her a bottle of water. Something inside me kept telling me to call the police, so I did.
I gave the police her description and the direction she was walking to. My concern was that she was either in need of mental health assistance or she had been traumatized.
This was a real event yesterday. One that stayed with me in the hours that followed, so I prayed for her more than once for Jesus to help her get to a safe place and get help. My interaction with her was all of maybe five minutes, but my concern for her stays with me.
Kindness is so needed during these times we live in even if it is just giving five minutes of our time and checking to make sure someone is okay. She is still on my mind.
Friends lets be a safe place for those who are in need.
Thank you for reading. God Bless.