Who Knows, It Could Have Been Jesus

Yesterday, I had a day off from my new stint as a temporary case manager and I had a few errands to run that I couldn't do working this full time temporary stint at the hospital... although they begged me to come in on a scheduled day off ( they don't realize I've been around the block and am hip to that kind of begging). I got a needed vitamin B12 shot as the tingling fingers and sore tongue finally got to me. Next I got a prescription for the mouse elbow that I developed as a result of spending 8 hours a day mousing through computer screens to do this work that proceeded all my blogging. Then I went to the mall to try and replace a power cord to our ipod, as our boys were charged with putting the docking station away after their weekend visit and frankly they failed to secure it properly... it was chewed beyond repair by Otis my bunny. Ok, another chore accomplished. I cleaned the house, caught up the laundry , planned to drive Gerry to his Tiki bar bus trip party sponsored by his new job, when there was knock at the door. It was dark and gloomy and I startled as I went to answer the door. A tall young black man stood there in a clean shirt and tie, new sneakers, and waved an ID at me explaining that he was given a chance at a new life if only I would help him out. I knew the spiel.. he was planning to sell magazines within our affluent neighborhood... been there, done that many times before. I told him I had been fired from my job, was selling my house and wasn't sure I could help him much... but I listened. He was a good salesman and asked me about my self, my past and seemed truly compassionate... he listened. I invited him to sit on the porch and tell his tale of hardship and told him I wanted to help, but he would have to convince me, a person who was no longer on easy street. I secretly worried as the the thunderstorm kicked up and it got spooky that he could do me harm and I asked the angels to help me decide. At that moment my big strapping son pulled up in his jeep, saw my visitor and gruffly said hello and went into the house. My visitor was not deterred and told me he was trying to better himself with this job as he had caused his family enough hardship. My son shook his head as I got a hefty check for an Angel magazine (his name was Clarence for goodness sake, just like the angel who got his wings in the movie "It's a Wonderful Life.") Maybe I was taken, but I don't care... I am a working girl now, and even though I am not a Christian ( though I was raised one) I ask you, what if this was a test and this was Jesus... would you help him out? I feel good knowing I did.