We have, this morning, a beautiful clear and cold day. Thirty odd degrees when I walked out this morning, and guess what, my truck fired without a problem; aren't new batteries great. Frigging things sure are expensive.
Quiet this morning, so I'll write a bit longer....let's see, oh, one headline in the morning paper caught my attention...it reported we shall have a new Bass ProShops. Well, well, well...isn't that wonderful. Can't wait.
As I've said, it's cold outside. With the wind chill, numbingly so. I'd barely jerked my first cup of coffee when I heard a light knock on my front door. I thought, 'democrat,' as they can't read and there are instructions posted, simple instructions, on how to gain entry.
Anyhow, I opened the door to find a lady dressed lightly in sweater and jeans, and her feet bare other than a pair of flip-flops. She looked absolutely miserable.
I did not invite her inside. 'Nuff said.
She asked for money and was more than willing to provide a service in return. Now, here's the thing. My first inclination was to just close the door. But, when I took a careful look into her eyes (and trust me, I've had this same situation happen to me many times over the years) her eyes reflected such pain and agony, and she appeared so neglected and hopeless I just could not turn her away empty handed.
I know, I'm easy, a sucker if you will but there it is...
I gently refused her offer and placed a twenty in her hand. I asked if she'd like a cup of coffee to go (I have throw away chipped mugs galore) which she gently refused.
She broke into tears and said, "Thank you."
Ninety percent of the time I refuse to support their habits. I'm not even sure this young woman (she couldn't have been more than thirty) has a habit and don't really care, but something about her softened my otherwise hard heart.
Blame it on Christmas.