I should have taken a picture to go with this story, but it happened yesterday. If you read my last entry, you realize I wasn't in the best of moods yesterday.
After we left the doctor's office, we went to Subway for a sandwich. I had our drinks in a cooler, so I went in, ordered our sandwich (a foot-long cold cut combo on Italian-herbs-and-cheese bread with pepperjack cheese and all the veggies and stuff that Subway offers. WITH mayo and honey-mustard.)
We got our drinks from the cooler and sat in the car, eating. We noticed two men and a woman with a dog on a leash walking across the road toward us. The guys had enormous backpacks, and one of them was walking as though he could barely put one foot in front of the other. They passed us by and went to the other end of the strip mall in which Subway is located. We looked at one another and I said, "That's strange."
A couple of minutes later, the lady of the group reappeared, sans dog, coming straight to our car.
"We're going home to Georgia," she said. "We're HUNG-ry. We don't want money, we just want a sandwich. We're HUNG-ry."
At first I thought she had some sort of foreign accent, but as she kept talking, I realized she was talking the way people who were born deaf talk.
We never give money to people seeking handouts.
Cliff said, "Do you have any money?"
"She doesn't want money, she just wants a sandwich," I said.
"Well, the only sandwich I have is this one, and I don't want to give it up."
I thought about my loaded "groceries" envelope. I had just added this months money to it, and there was quite a bit left from last month. Who needs groceries if you're living in a hospital?
For some reason I decided to give her whatever small bills I had in that envelope, which consisted of a ten and four ones. "I've got fourteen bucks," I told Cliff. "I'll give her that."
He checked his billfold and found a one, added it to fourteen, and said to her, "Here you go, that's fifteen dollars."
She put up her hands and said, "No!!!! No!!!! That's too much!"
What kind of beggar ever says that? Not only that, but she repeated it more than once.
Cliff told her to take it and she did, heading back toward the other end of the strip mall from whence she came, turning and blowing kisses at us a couple of times.
"Well," I said, "I wonder what they'll really do with that money."
About five minutes later she returned and walked into the subway, smiling and waving to us on the way. Pretty soon she came out with a six-inch sub in a bag, held it up for us to see, said thank you, and blew us more kisses.
Now, I'm glad she got her sandwich. My only thought was that there is a McDonald's across the road, and they could have gotten a lot more bang for their buck over there.
Maybe that was one of those angels unaware the Bible talks about.
Hebrews 13:2 Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.