Spontaneous Acts of Thoughtfulness: It's not about the talk . . . it's really about the walk . . . .
(Received in email)
They had missed the bus and were praying for God to send someone to give them a ride to the bridge.
It was Sylvia, Aurora, and Yvonne.
I wish I could write something brilliant.
Give you something spiritual but I just don't have it in me.
Blah.
So I'm at Wal-Mart getting some stuff for my grandpa.
As I'm walking to my car I see three nuns at the Wal-Mart bus stop.
I say to myself "I should give them a ride."
I keep walking to my car to load my stuff.
I'm thinking it's silly to ask them but I feel this tug so I go back. They had missed the bus and were praying for God to send someone to give them a ride to the bridge.
It was Sylvia, Aurora, and Yvonne.
I wish I could write something brilliant.
Give you something spiritual but I just don't have it in me.
Blah.