This is a guest post from my daughter’s blog:
Questioning life and waiting for God to give me a sign that he is still with me, I decided to take a drive. I drove down the Peninsula listening to Agnus Obel’s, Riverside, song as the lyrics spoke to me like a voice in my head. Although my mind was clearer in where I feel God the most, I still was waiting on the sign that he is still with me…
…On my way back home I saw a bright yellow sign that said NEWPORT DONUTS Open 24 Hours. So I pulled right up thinking, a donut would be delightful right now.
As I walked up to the donut shop there was a middle-aged man sitting at a table. He was the only one in the small run down donut shop. He was by himself and he had a helmet with him and a bike outside. He had jagged teeth and a wife beater T on with coffee smudges. He had grey chest hair popping out from the tank top. The hair on his head was a dark grey, somewhat long and curly. It was covered with a mossy green cap set forward over his brow. He smiled at me as I walked inside. I asked the guy behind the counter for a glazed donut and some donut holes, trying to not look him in the eye with my tear stricken eyes.
“One dollar”, he said. I got out my credit card because I knew I didn’t have a dollar. “no cards after seven” he said before I could even pull it out of its wallet pocket.
“Um ok…hold on”, I said scrambling to find four quarters. I found three, and a dime. For the life of me, I dint have another dime and nickel in my whole wallet.
“Can I just go to my car for a second and come back?” , I replied not having any money and feeling like my night couldn’t get any worse. I couldn’t even pay for a dumb donut that was only a dollar!
“Yeah sure”, he said nicely. I walked to the door…scrambled for my keys before I walked past the man at the table.
Before I could get out the door the man stopped me, “mam, how many quarters are in your hand?”, at this instant I’m thinking oh great this homeless man wants my three quarters doesn’t he. He sees it and so he thinks I will give it to him if he asks….
“Um….three quarters”, I replied. “Here, stay here I’ll give you a quarter”, he said as he got up from his chair and limped over to the counter. He not only gave a dollar to the man, but he also rejected the three quarters that I tried to put into his hands….
“You have a nice night ‘mam”, and he walked out, got on his bike and road down Newport Boulevard.
As I was driving back with an enormous smile on my face, in a distance I saw the man down far yonder riding away; I thought to myself, who is this man? And then I knew……
He was my sign.