When my actions eat my words…

A few weeks ago I made a short trip to the grocery store after church. Because the previous time I had fallen coming in the entrance when my right foot caught the corner of the rug, I came prepared that next trip by using my cane. I went along with my shopping–cane in one arm, basket in the other. When I filled my basket of fresh produce, I got in line to pay.  I am already slow at getting out my payment from my wallet but try not to get flustered at the line behind me; this particular day I was also trying to keep hold of my cane while paying.

At the last-minute or so, my cane falls to the floor. I had to firmly grasp the awkward paying counter ledge to maintain balance while bending over to try to grab the cane. As I regain balance and the cane, I come up to a standing position to see the lady in line behind me just watching. I say thank you to the cashier, grab my bag and head out to my car, replaying the scene over in my mind. I was so taken back that no one offered a helping hand. The polite gesture, in my mind, would have been to at least an offer to help–even if I was not using a cane, thus labeling me as “handicap”–it could be just offering help if I had dropped my purse and everything fell out. I dwelled on this event for a few days and told my doctors, “If I was the other person, I would have at least asked if they needed help.”

Today’s actions made me eat my words. Since my grandpa is visiting, we went to the state park for a picnic lunch then went to Young’s Jersey Dairy for ice cream. I was talking to Marcia on the way in the first door when I notice an elderly lady using a walker coming out the other double door. I even paused for a second to watch but she seemed to get to the exit door and from what I assumed could push it open. I should never assume these things; even with a cane it is awkward to get doors open–I can’t imagine using a walker in this case.

I get inside and turn around to see my Mom and Grandpa making their way to the other door. It is then that I get this sick-stomach-guilty feeling…I had just done the same to this lady as what had happened to me at the grocery store. I did not even offer a helping hand. I just paused, and turned away.

I should not dwell on my own misfortunes, but how I can help the misfortunes of others.

Jesus: “Which of these three, do you think, proved to be a neighbor to the man who fell among the robbers?”

He said, “The one who showed him mercy.”

And Jesus said to him, “You go, and do likewise.”

Luke 10: 36-37

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6 responses to “When my actions eat my words…

  1. God just continues to help us grow:) Thank you Lord!

  2. A.B.

    Thank you Mel. Good words. Love you…

  3. Kim Decker

    Good lesson. Thanks Mel.

  4. Lois

    I to am amazed when people don’t offer help when it is apparent that help might be needed. Good reminder to reach out – every time the chance arises!

  5. Megan

    “I should not dwell on my own misfortunes, but how I can help the misfortunes of others.” ~Wisdom from Above 😉 I’ve done that so often where I get worked up over a situation and then I go and do similar to another person… why is this I wonder? It’s mentioned in the Bible about the servant who was given mercy on the matter of money he owed to his and then he turned around and imprisoned his slave when he couldn’t produce money owed. *(The Parable of the Unmerciful Servant from Matthew 18) – as elsewhere I’m sure. Interesting to see this repeat throughout human history. Thanks for the reminder to strive towards helping others, no matter what! XOXO, Megs

  6. Megan

    *CORRECTION* … he owed to his Master and then he turned around and imprisoned his own servant.

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