Outside was grey and gloomy. The windshield wipers slapped away the rain, competing with the beat on the radio. My mind was a fog, thoughts introvert, gnawing at what was left of my finger nails.
Driving on auto pilot, unaware of where I really was, just knowing that I needed to be where I felt valued, loved, seen and heard. Comforted.
Stopped at a traffic light, a song on the radio that I had not heard before, woke me, as if speaking directly to me. “Though I’ve never been through hell like that.” My mind focused and I saw a beautiful young girl, standing out in the rain, holding a sign that read, “Broke and Hungry”. The song went on, “If you’re lost and alone, Or you’re sinking like a stone, Carry on“. I rolled down my window, she had already walked past me, but spun around at the sound, and I handed her the only cash I had on me, the coins I use to unlock the shopping cart at the store, $1.75 in all. I felt bad, wished there was more, but she smiled and said, “Thanks very much. Cheers.” and she was gone. The light turned green, I rolled up the window and the song went on …
“May your past be the sound
Of your feet upon the ground
Carry on, carry on”
How will she ever know that she gave to me far more than any money in the world ever could? Standing there in the pouring rain, holding her sign, she reminded me, I have strength and resilience. She reminded me of everything that is good in my life.
“My head is on fire but my legs are fine
After all they are mine”
I am broke, but not hungry.
I have wonderful children to love.
I have somewhere warm and dry to sleep.
I am loved and I love.
I will carry on!
In all that really matters, I am rich!