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JAN'S TALES

Hebrews 13:2

Back in the Fall of 1979 on the South Side of town in St. Louis, Missouri, an extraordinary event occurred with myself as the participant.  It was early morning and I was rushing around the house trying to get ready for work.  I would check my watch every minute or so, keeping in mind how much time I had before I had to be at the bus stop.  At eighteen years old the thoughts in my head were running rampant as there were two dozens different priorities going on every day, as it was in most young girls lives.  Single, on my own, fresh out of high school, trying to make ends meet and still trying to decide in which direction my path in life should take me.   After throwing on a light sweater I rushed outside, up the sidewalk a block, crossed through the paved lot of a Sinclair gas station, waved at the attendant then jogged up to Broadway, a very busy 4-lane avenue. The bus stop that I needed was across these 4 lanes.  Breathing heavy I checked my watch again, right on time, ‘Thank God’ I thought to myself, ‘I can’t loose this job.’  I saw a chance to cross, if I ran fast enough to the other side, and took it. After regaining my composure, I looked up to see the bus coming about a half a mile away so I begun digging in my purse to get out the exact change.  A gruff cough, like someone clearing a very agitated throat startled me as the sound was very close and I was unaware that someone else was standing at the bus stop along side me.  He seemed to have come out of no where because I hadn’t noticed anyone else up or down the street walking in my direction as I was hurrying towards the empty bus stop just a few seconds before. There was nothing but bare sidewalks in both directions and an almost empty grocery store parking lot behind the stop. Then everything began happening so quickly; he stepped off the sidewalk and onto the street into on-coming traffic.  Alarm arose within my heart and my reflexes took over as my arms shot out to bring him back to the curb, back to safety with a deliberate jerk.  That’s when I saw his white cane lift upward into the air as I was pulling him backwards.  I must have startled him as much as he had startled me.  The cane found the concrete in front of him as he fought gently to regain his balance.  Apologizing, I explained that there was too much traffic at this location and that the nearest crosswalk was about 8 blocks back up north, the opposite way he was traveling on foot.

“I’m not going that way, I need to cross here.”  He quietly said while he adjusted his thick heavy sunglasses back up on his nose.  “Who needed sunglasses on such a cloudy morning?” I thought to myself then saw a mere glimpse of his vacant gray-white eyes and then the meaning of the white cane hit me, he was blind.  The sound of the heavy morning traffic seemed louder then usual at that moment, almost like I was listening to a recording with headphones on and the volume was turned up full blast. Blood rushed to my head, making me dizzy all of a sudden and I felt myself swoon slightly.  Unsure of my balance I gripped the man’s arm with a bit more pressure.  Everything seemed to move in slow motion as I turned my head to one side and that’s when I saw my bus slowing to come to a stop to pick me up.  A hundred thoughts went through my mind at a frightful pace, with my conscience fighting back with every negative suggestion my mortal brain was coming up with.  “You’re going to be late!!…. Help the man across!…There won’t be another bus for 15 minutes!…How can you leave this blind man alone and helpless?…Tell him you’re sorry but you have to go!…What’s more important right at this moment?…You’ll be sorry!…You will be sorry…You’ll loose your job!…But look at what you might gain? Anyway, quit being silly, you won’t loose your job…You’ll get wrote up then!” 

The bus was almost at a full stop and the bi-fold door was opening up.  Through my hazy migraine eyes I noticed that it wasn’t the regular driver.  I raised my hand and waved him on by, shaking my head no, and motioned for him to go on, and not to stop.  The driver closed the door, picked up the bus’s speed, waved and went on down Broadway.  I turned to the blind man, who seemed to be around fifty years old, his silver gray hair combed neatly under a brown felt fedora.  His black overcoat was kitten soft under my hand that still held his arm above his elbow.  “I’ll see you safely across sir.”  I said slowly and immediately the headache went away, the noise died down and the street was almost vacant of cars and trucks.  I’ll never forget the tapping sound his cane made as we walked across the four lanes with little effort to the sidewalk that bordered the Sinclair station.  “Do you need any other assistance?  Do I need to point you in the right direction?”  My voice was compassionate and steady.

“No, young lady, I will be fine now, Thank you, and,” he replied with a haunting smile, “…God bless you.”  With those last words he laid his left hand on my shoulder, patted it, then turned away and began walking down the sidewalk, the cane in his right hand, moving left and right in a easy rhythm.  A crisp wind began blowing making the back of his overcoat flip around his legs and I watched while his left hand went up to catch his hat that was trying to fly away.  “God bless you too…” I whispered aloud then turned to walk back across the street, which was still sparingly being used by vehicles at that moment.  Even though uneasiness enveloped me, knowing I would be late for work, a strange satisfaction comforted my heart. Halfway across the road I glanced back once more to see the man.  He wasn’t going up the block where I left him and he wasn’t going in the opposite direction either.  Nor was he in the filling station lot or beyond.  The sidewalks were all clear of pedestrians.  I stood stunned on the two yellow lines that divided the lanes, looking all around for him.  It was if he had vanished.  A trucks horn brought me back to my senses, startling me to whip around and continue across the street.  As soon as I reached the other side another bus was coming down the street but I knew it was too early for the next route so I sat down on the bench to wait another 15 or 20 minutes.  Numerous buses passed by in the morning very close together as the terminal was not far from there and many of them were going back in to clock out, their shifts finished. I was barely seated when the bus slowed down and came to a stop, the doors opened and there was my regular bus driver!  “Miss the bus today Jan?”  He said laughing, “Come on, hop aboard, I’ll drop you off at work.”  He explained, as I found the first seat, noticing all the other seats were vacant, that he was finishing up someone else’s shift and on his way in to the terminal.  He had traded with some guy for the day.  What a delightful coincidence it had been and I made it to work right on time.

Later in the afternoon after getting off the bus at the Sinclair station and walking through the lot towards home, the attendant at the filling station hollered at me.  He was servicing a woman’s car while it was filling up with gas.  “Did you forget something this morning, Jan?”  He said while using a squeegee to clean the car’s windshield, then continued, “I saw you come back across the street this morning after flagging your bus on by.”  I walked a little closer to him watching while he was rubbing the glass with a blue paper towel.  We chatted a bit on some days so this was nothing to stop and talk awhile.  (Note: I really can’t recall his name but I’m wanting to say it was ‘John’, but not quite sure.)

“No, I didn’t forget anything, I was helping that man across the street.  He was blind.” 

He looked up bewildered, squinted his eyebrows together, smiled uneasy and asked, “What man?”

“The one I was walking with this morning, the one I helped across the street.  He had a brown hat on, black overcoat, white cane…” He didn’t let me finish and interrupted with a hearty laugh, “Girl, you’re loosing it! You were alone.  There wasn’t any man with you.”  The gas pump was dinging every time it passed the 10-cent mark and I found myself clinking together some coins in my pocket to match its musical pattern. Confusion began mixing in with my emotions.  ‘He didn’t see anyone with me this morning?  No one?’ I thought to myself.

The pump handle signaled a full tank and the attendant went around to finish tapping it off.  He completed his business transaction with the woman and she drove off with him waving goodbye.  Turning towards me now, putting his bills all in order, he added, “You just looked like you had forgot something and was on your way back home for a minute to get it, then you changed your mind and went back across the street.”  His eyes found mine and there was concern in them.  He was being sincere.  Our eyes locked for a moment, then nervously I let mine wander sideways and then downwards, not really understanding what I was hearing from this witness.

“You ok?” He asked, tilting his face down to look up at my own.

“Yeah.”  Came out softly, then I added, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m alright.  I was thinking of somewhere else…been a weird day today and I’ve got a headache.”  I nodded my head up and down several times, raised my eyebrows, smiled and said goodbye as I turned and walked away.  “See ya tomorrow, take care.”  He called after me.

 “You too, bye now.”   I replied then trotted home, hoping he didn’t think I was a nut ball. 

My grandma owned the duplex I stayed in.  She lived on one side, my aunt in the other and I rented a room in the basement of my aunt’s side.  Before going to my side, I stopped by and visited with ‘Gams’ (My nick name for her.) and told her the whole story of events that had happened that day.  Nothing made much sense as the tale unfolded but I wasn’t afraid of her criticism, I was seeking some form of consolation that I wasn’t going mad or ‘loosing it’.  She listened intently until it was finished, patted my folded nervous hands and reached for her eyeglasses and then the bible she always had in the windowsill by her recliner.  It took her a few moments of sifting through different chapters and pages and scanning verses but she finally came to rest in the book of Hebrews.

“Hebrews, chapter 13, verse 2,” she began, gazing down through her spectacles, then recited the verse, “Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it.”  She turned the book around to let me read the passage, pointing at it with a red manicured fingernail, and looking at me over the top of those glasses. 

“Do you think it could have really been an angel, Gams? Why do you think he came to me of all people?”  I inquired softly with a hint of unbelievably in my voice.

“God tests us in many ways, Jan, and if you think about it just look at what you learned from what happened this morning.”

And she was right.  That morning taught me many things that would come again and test me in the years to come. The foremost lesson was trying not to be self centered or selfish, and to think of others first.  There have been numerous times since then that strangers have crossed my path, and I’ve learned to trust my instincts; to listen to that inner voice of wisdom for guidance.  Not all strangers have honest intents, nor or they to be considered ‘angels in disguise’.  You must use your own judgment in how you will assist someone who is in need of some help.  Just be more aware of the situation at hand before you make a rash decision.  You just never know when you may have encountered an angel.

-Jan Thompson.


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