Thought for the Day 6/16/2023
Friday Tale - With Gratitude to God
Our house
was directly across the street from the clinic entrance of Johns Hopkins
Hospital in Baltimore. We lived downstairs and rented the upstairs rooms to out
patients at the clinic.
One summer evening as I was fixing
supper, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see a truly awful looking
man. "Why, he's hardly taller than my eight year old," I thought as I
stared at the stooped, shriveled body.
But the appalling thing was his face
lopsided from swelling, red and raw. Yet his voice was pleasant as he said,
"Good evening. I've come to see if you've a room for just one night. I
came for a treatment this morning from the eastern shore, and there's no bus
'til morning."
He told me he'd been hunting for a
room since noon but with no success, no one seemed to have a room. "I
guess it's my face...I know it looks terrible, but my doctor says with a few
more treatments..." For a moment I hesitated, but his next words convinced
me:
"I could sleep in this rocking
chair on the porch. My bus leaves early in the morning."
I told him we would find him a bed,
but to rest on the porch. I went inside and finished getting supper. When we
were ready, I asked the old man if he would join us.
"No thank you. I have
plenty." And he held up a brown paper bag.
When I finished the dishes, I went out
on the porch to talk with him a few minutes. It didn't take a long time to see
that this old man had an over-sized heart crowded into that tiny body. He told
me he fished for a living to support his daughter, her five children, and her
husband, who was hopelessly crippled from a back injury.
He didn't tell it by way of complaint;
in fact, every other sentence was preface with a thanks to God for a blessing.
He was grateful that no pain accompanied his disease, which was apparently a
form of skin cancer. He thanked God for giving him the strength to keep going.
At bedtime, we put a camp cot in the
children's room for him. When I got up in the morning, the bed linens were
neatly folded and the little man was out on the porch.
He refused breakfast, but just before
he left for his bus, haltingly, as if asking a great favor, he said:
"Could I please come back and stay next time I have a treatment? I won't
put you out a bit, I can sleep fine in a chair." He paused a moment and
then added, "Your children made me feel at home. Grown-ups are bothered by
my face, but children don't seem to mind."
I told him he was welcome to come
again.
On his next trip he arrived a little
after seven in the morning. As a gift, he brought a big fish and a quart of the
largest oysters I had ever seen. He said he had shucked them that morning
before he left so that they'd be nice and fresh. I knew his bus left at 4:00 am
and I wondered what time he had to get up in order to do this for us.
In the years he came to stay overnight
with us there was never a time that he did not bring us fish or oysters or
vegetables from his garden. Other times we received packages in the mail,
always by special delivery; fish and oysters packed in a box of fresh young
spinach or kale, every leaf carefully washed.
Knowing that he must walk three miles
to mail these, and knowing how little money he had made the gifts doubly
precious. When I received these little remembrances, I often thought of a
comment our next-door neighbor made after he left that first morning.
"Did you keep that awful looking
man last night? I turned him away! You can lose roomers by putting up such
people!"
Maybe we did lose roomers once or
twice. But oh! If only they could have known him. I know our family will always
be grateful to have known him; from him we learned what it was to accept the
bad without complaint and the good with gratitude to God.
The
Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward
appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.
~Author Unknown
Establish the righteous,
for the
righteous God tries the hearts and minds.
~ Psalms 7:9
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