She Said To Me “I work at the Hunan Restaurant In Plaza Briggs Chaney” A Sweet Gesture Of Kindness.
If this is not an example of unconditional love then I don’t know what is.
I arrived on foot at a bus stop at Briggs Chaney road and Georgia Ave in Silver Spring Maryland around 2:31 pm one afternoon, to catch the 2,45 to Briggs Chaney Plaza where my home was 3 minutes from the plaza. I noticed a young girl around the age of 26 sitting on the bench at the covered bus stop, Whom I’d never before seen. I did not say anything to her and she said nothing to me, she just sat there silently, minding her own business waiting for her bus to arrive, I standing, leaning against the supportive metal post of the bus stop that framed the doorway. We were both headed in the same general direction I suppose, and were both waiting on the same bus to arrive. I had my bus fare in hand, a couple of quarters a few dimes, but I decided to check the newspaper stand and a telephone booth slots which were all lined up in a row on the pavement next to the covered bus stop for loose change, simply out of habit, or nervousness, I don’t know which, one thing was certain though, money was sure tight. At the time.
I was struggling to get on my feet, I had just moved out of a relative’s house in Largo Maryland where I had been staying for 3 months till I got a job. It was in the middle of winter that I was lucky enough to find one, and although it took 2 buses to get to work I caught the 6 am to SW DC and used a transfer to board a 2nd one to NW. DC. where I worked at the Dept.Of Labor 3rd & D St. and ran or walked the remaining 1/4 mile or 5 minute rest of the way. I always arrived on time except for that one particular morning, it was snowing heavily and and the temperature fell well below freezing, the buses were running a bit slow and so I was fired at 7:05 am, the time when I arrived at work, and was told by supervisor Tedd Irby to punch out and go home for arriving 5 minutes late. So I was once again back on the bus returning home at 7: 30 am. Trying to keep in mind to pick up the days newspaper on my way in to start immediately looking for my next job. I had my back turned to her while I perused the slots for it’s loose change, when I returned to the bus stop I stood in the same spot I stood in before, leaning on my right shoulder and right leg with my left ankle crossed over my right one, there, just leaning against the post, gazing up the road in the direction the bus would travel and jingling the loose change in my hand deciding whether to continue waiting for the bus or to walk the 8 miles or so to my destination, and in that moment she said to me in her native language, “I work at the Hunan restaurant in the plaza up ahead”
I understood perfectly what she said and meant, because I too speak a little Spanish, but although I did, I somehow could not reply, I had difficulty speaking, due to a lump that instantly formed in my throat, and for a moment stood there smiling at the ground, thoughts running through my mind, confused, my emotions went scampering all over my body, and I just stood there, embarrassed, feeling like I’d been caught red handed stealing something, My emotions bounced from pitying myself to anger for my present financial circumstance to shame and then back to gratitude again toward this beautiful young lady for her kind gesture, and then right back to embarrassment for being caught. The bus arrived on time we both climbed aboard, me fighting my mind to think of something appropriate to say to her, something useful, and she just moving ahead quietly again minding her own business. I still felt too ashamed of myself to sit next to her and still could not find words to form what could have been a pleasant conversation under normal circumstances, so we were seated separately. We both got off the bus at the same time. I turned left and proceeded to go home, by this time fresh thoughts occupied my mind, and I forgot about the newspaper, still ignoring normal instincts and disappointed in my lot and asking myself why did I get fired from my last job? I believed my instincts and knew she had made a right turn as she got off the bus and turned in the direction of her job at the Human restaurant. That was the last time I saw this angelic Ambassadora.
Once again awakened and snatched from the slumber of the mundane by sweet music of the visiting Ambassadors of my time.
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