BEING A BLESSING
Once when I was a teenager, my father and I were standing in line to buy tickets for the circus. Finally, there was only one family between us and the ticket counter. This family made a big impression on me. There were 8 children, all probably under the age of 12. You could tell they didn't have a lot of money. Their clothes were not expensive, but they were clean.
The children were well-behaved, all of them standing in line, two-by-two behind their parents, holding hands. They were excitedly jabbering about the clowns, elephants, and other acts they would see that night. One could sense they had never been to a circus before. It promised to be a highlight of their young lives. The father and mother were at the head of the pack standing proud as could be.
The mother was holding her husband's hand, looking up at him as if to say, "You're my knight in shining armor." He was smiling and basking in pride, looking at her.
The ticket lady asked the father how many tickets he wanted. He proudly said, "Please, let me buy 8 children's tickets and two adult tickets so I can take my family to the circus." THE TICKET LADY QUOTED THE PRICE. The man's wife let go of his hand, her head dropped and the man's lip began to quiver. The father leaned a little closer and asked, "HOW MUCH DID YOU SAY?" The ticket lady again quoted the price.
The man didn't have enough money. How was he supposed to turn and tell his 8 kids that he didn't have enough money to take them to the circus? Seeing what was going on, my dad put his hand in his pocket, pulled out a $20 bill and dropped it on the ground. (And we were not wealthy in any sense of the word) My father reached down, picked up the bill, tapped the man on the shoulder and said, "EXCUSE ME, SIR, I BELIEVE THIS FELL OUT OF YOUR POCKET."
The man knew what was going on. He wasn't begging for a handout but certainly appreciated the help in a desperate, heartbreaking, embarrassing situation. He looked straight into my dad's eye, took my dad's hand in both of his, squeezed tightly, and with quivering lips and a tear streaming down his cheek, replied, "THANK YOU, THANK YOU. THIS REALLY MEANS A LOT TO ME AND MY FAMILY."
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