Bit of an Angel

 

After a long day's work I stood in the cold for my bus. I just missed one because I was busy talking to parents & kids who were on their way home as well. A lady who waits on the same stop commented on my energy after work, laughing & talking to families as they picked up their children. She heard a few "love you Lena!" of former kinder kids picking up younger siblings. I told her, I am not always energetic but I always try to be cheerful.

As I boarded my bus I was so ready to go home, shower, eat Congee & sleep. I sat next to a pram with a little baby wrapped up so snuggly. I smiled and the baby smiled back making happy, gurgling sound. She must be about 3 months old. I looked away & my mind wandered to our warm home with steaming Congee that Rich just cooked. Baby kept on gurgling & smiling. A bit unusual on a cold evening out. I swear she wanted to talk to me! I looked at her again and said: "what a happy baby!" Mum said she is and slowly took her out to face me. Mum told me they recently just got back from Europe. She smiled faintly and said she has jet lag & migraine. I felt for her, she looked wan & pale. I suggested she press pressure points on her palm to help relieve the pain. She stretched out her right hand towards me with trust that I can help. I pressed it and spoke to the baby :" I am holding your mummy's hand and I am a good person." 😊 The baby giggled. I massaged her hand for a few minutes until it was my stop. The mum said it relieved her nausea and that I am an angel. 👼 I smiled and thanked her. An angel! 😂😊👼

I may have helped her a bit but she made my day. I had extra energy to pick up pork steaks at Coles to grill with Rich's congee. We had dins at 8:00pm and I had another one of my bus chronicles to share with Rich, who said, I really am an angel but also a silly wombat. Hahaha. That'll do. 😘 Salamat Lord for blessings.

Do I Matter?

A couple of weekends ago Rich and I strolled along Bourke Street and took photos of the Buskers.

I enjoy these street performers and was specially touched with these young men looking like old soldiers of war, covered with clay like substance similar to wet concrete, and just stood there for hours on end. Not moving, not flinching - It was a sight to behold.

While Rich took a few shots I dropped some money for them.

People around were quiet as if in reverent awe. As I  took a few steps back, I saw one of them slowly move!  He looked to his left towards me and extended his hand...

He gave me a FLOWER! :)

I was so touched I was speechless! I accepted it, showed it to smiling Rich who was a few feet away. I was beaming!

I did not see this, but Rich was able to capture him slowly move in a calm, graceful way - get something from his jacket. It was a purple flower.

 And he gave it to me!

I was in awe and almost forgot to say Thank You. I did and the crowd cheered.

Then he went back to being a statue. Like nothing happened. And the crowd fell silent again.

That simple gesture from him reinforced my feeling that each of us are important to our Heavenly Father. He notices us and knows our name.  Out of the many who put in donations,  that man chose to give me the flower.

It couldn't have happened at a better time. I needed it then. Sometimes we just need the reassurance that we matter and that we are not invisible.

                                                              
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