Went to the Jazz game tonight. All of Tate's team were there with spouses/or dates. It was good to actually talk to adults for a change. And I love some of the women on his team.
On the way back to the car after the game it was pouring rain and windy. I mean, this was not the romantic kind of rain. It was hard rain mixed with wind that pelts you in the face. We were waiting at a light to cross the road and there was an older lady (70's) with her daughter (30's) and grandson. (6) They were all Native American. The older lady was quite a bit over weight with a cane and walked very slow because she has really bad arthritis. She had a huge heavy Jazz blanket wrapped around her trying to keep the rain off. The daughter was trying to keep her mom balanced and from falling over and tripping on her blanket while also holding onto her son who looked like he was going to cry from the cold rain.
They were moving way too slow and couldn't make it across the street in time before the life turned green again for the cars. The look the daughter had in her eyes was the same panicked look I would get when I was trying to help my dad somewhere and I knew his legs weren't going to make it and I had no idea what to do. Tate switched the daughter and helped the old women balance while I held her blanket off the street and waved "sorry" at all the cars we were holding up. While the daughter and little boy ran to get the car. We waited with the old women on the curb till her daughter got there with the car. The women turned to Tate and said "are you Mormon?" Tate answered "yes I am. Are you?" She proudly said "yes. Converted and baptized in Cortez. God bless you." We got her into the car. I even had to lift up her legs and put them in the car for her exactly as I had to do for my dad. The daughter was so appreciative because I know she had no idea how she was going to get her mom and son back to the car in that rain. I have felt the exact same as her at one point and had strangers help me. I'm glad I could return the favor.
Side note:
While Tate was standing with the lady waiting for her car there was a women (40's) standing on the corner with one of the "please help" signs. I smiled and waved at her. She said "you have a pretty outfit." And the way she said it was so sincere it broke my heart. I told her "thanks you're so sweet." and walked past her. Then opening my purse I knew I didn't have any cash but begged Heavenly Father to let there be something in my wallet. No money, but I found a $50 buckles gift card I had been saving since Christmas. I ran back over to her. Told her I was so sorry I don't have any cash but gave her the gift card and told her to go get a new shirt or something. She got tears and said her son needed clothes for school. And she would give it to him. I could tell from her red eyes she was on something and my heart hurt so bad for her. She said thank you and I hugged her and ran back to Tate and the old women.
Some people have hard lives. And whether it's from their own bad choices or just a bad hand they were delt my heart breaks for them.
I am also very glad my dad no longer struggles to cross a street with a cane embarrassed at how slow he is going and all the people watching him. He is free. And I am so happy for him.
10:39 p.m. - 2014-03-14
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