An Ordinary Day turned Extraordinary | Chocolate Informed
It was an ordinary day that ended up being extraordinary. It was a day that tested who I am and what I believe. No it was not an earth shaking moment or some melodramatic thing that happens on TV. It was more like a whisper. It was something quiet that maybe many would just ignore as nothing, but it was not. After a busy and stressful day at work, I decided to unwind by going to the Cheesecake Factory at a nearby mall to unwind. After arriving at the mall, I was talking to my brother on the phone about all the drama that had been happening in my life and I was in rare form. The cheesecake factory was about a half of a mile walk from where I parked, so I was knee deep in a serious rant when it happened.
As I was walking about 100 feet from the cheesecake factory an Asian woman who was dressed in rags with a rolling suitcase came up to me and asked me to buy her food because she was hungry and stuck. I immediately said no. How dare she ask me to buy her something? Didn’t she see I was on the phone? Didn’t she see that I was in full angry black man mode? Are you serious? So I kept walking. Then it happened. In a full rant on the phone, I turned and looked at her. I saw her frustration. I saw her desperation. I saw her sadness. Whatever I was going through at the time seemed small and I felt so selfish. How can a person going to the bar to unwind from my cushy job with everything many can wish for, someone who has been as blessed as me, say no to a person that simply wanted something to eat.
While she stood behind someone else to muster the courage to ask them for something after I had rudely said no, I looked at her and said come on. I was still on the phone talking to my brother and pointed to the Cajun restaurant. I was halfway ignoring her and halfway ignoring my brother, I told her to get whatever she wanted still holding two conversations. She ordered a 3 choice combo and at the end the cashier asked if she wanted a soda. She said no. She asked for tap water instead. She thanked me profusely, and I said you’re welcome and enjoy.
I looked at her and felt that I had really done something. I had really helped. I was proud that I answered the call and didn’t do what I normally do which is not care. She didn’t try to take advantage; she simply wanted what she needed. I don’t know how much it cost, I didn’t care. I couldn’t help but think that maybe she was an angel sent to test me. I viewed her as a messenger. She was sent to show me, that no matter what you are going through, no matter what you are doing, if you are able to help, will you? I will and I did.