I drive thru McDonalds for Diet Coke way too much...but that's not the story.:)
Occasionally when I drive thru I feel led to pay for the person's order in line behind me.
Last week was one of those days.
But, right before I paid I looked in my rear view mirror to find that the car behind me was a shiny, sleek sportscar....an expensive one. I don't know the brand, because I'm not a car person, but I know it was N I C E.
So, you guessed it...I decided that lady didn't need her meal paid for.
I didn't pay for it.
Fast forward a few minutes.
I went inside the local drug store to pick up a refill on meds. My meds weren't ready so I had to sit and wait. As I was waiting I could hear all the conversations going on as people walked up to the counter to have their meds filled. I live in small town America where everyone tells the pharmacist their aches and pains. One particular story saddened me as a lady was telling the druggist that she was picking up meds for her daughter who had just given birth to a baby, her first grandson, that did not live. Her daughter must have needed meds to help her make it through the day. I immediately felt sad for that Nonny.
I smiled at her a smile that a Nonny would understand.
As I left to walk out to my car, that Nonny followed me and got in her car.....
....a shiny, sleek sports car.
Yes, the one in line behind me at McDonalds.
I'm ashamed.
I judged her needs based on her outward appearance.
She may not have needed the meal paid for.
But, she may have needed to know that someone cared.
I will listen to that still, small voice in the future that prompts me to help someone in need.
And I will know that it's not up to ME to determine the need.
I'm Ashamed.