A Light at the End

Kathy has a son named Zach, who has recently begun selling some of his photographs online.  I fell head over heels for one, and placed an order.  This was about a week and a half ago.

Those intervening days have been achingly awful for me --- I've been low and weepy and my therapy session today was really hard.  I thought some take-out from a good Chinese restaurant might lift me up a bit.

Several weeks ago, I began keeping bottles of water and individually packaged snacks in my car.  It seemed to me I was seeing a lot more people standing on corners and at intersections with cardboard "Please help" signs, and I thought, if I kept things on hand, I could help them out a little.

This afternoon, after my tough session, and on my way to get my food, I saw an older man sitting on a curb with a sign that said, "Homeless.  Anything would help."  I got into a parking lot, got some water and snacks for him from the car, but when I got to him, he said, "Miss Ma'am, I got something to eat.  I need money."

I was stunned.  I walked back to my car, shaking.  What had just happened?  WHAT HAD JUST HAPPENED?

I managed not to cry until after I got my food.  I was just trying to do a good thing.  Even that turned to woe.

When I pulled into my driveway, I saw a package on my front porch.  It was the picture I ordered from Zach:

At the end of this miserable day, there was a light.

Thank you, Zach.  More than you can know.