Never Judge a book by it's cover...

Posted on
May 7, 2018

At one point a few years back I hand an office in Tempe. Depending on what time I left for work the 51 was a great option, other times it just got to backed up to wait in line. I took the exit on Camelback often. On this day a woman and child caught my eye.

She was staring off into the sky, and he was playing on the curb of an abandoned shopping center patio. I don't remember the chain of events because this happened some time ago, I won't, however, forget my last visit with them. My son and I often stopped with items for the little guy; anything we brought most certainly, was appreciated.

Curiosity got the best of me, and I just had to ask why, why are you here? The response left a gaping hole in my heart. The little guy looked up and told me he heard two gunshots and then mommy and daddy were gone. His eyes were grieving but held back tears, her eyes, grandmas eyes, were watery and yet they both remained restrained.

She inherited this little Angel due to the worst possible circumstances, she loved him dearly and was doing her best to provide. She was out there every day at 6:30 so he could take the bus and she was tired. I often wonder what people think when they drive to buy an individual who looks lowly.

Do we assume they are bad, do we assume they are ignorant?

Or do we ever take the time to invest in others by listening, loving and giving? They both held their grief in close and controlled it well; my eyes tore up when I got back in the truck. I could have never imagined what had led to this little boy playing on the curb with an elderly lady in a bad neighborhood.

I am glad I took the time to open the book, not just look at the cover because the hug I got will be in my heart forever.

Posted on
May 7, 2018
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