Just An Umbrella


As I got into the car that stormy morning, I thought, “What ELSE can go wrong?”   The blouse I had wanted to wear was in the dirty clothes.  I was going to have to fire the Laundress — she just wasn’t getting the laundry done in a timely manner.  Oh, wait a minute, I WAS the Laundress.  So, it was my own fault my blouse wasn’t clean. Rats.

There had been just enough milk left in the carton for ONE bowl of cereal, so I left it for Hubby to use on his.  (Grocery Shopper wasn’t doing a great job either.  Apparently, hangs around with Laundress, and has picked up some of her bad habits! )

And, I didn’t have much cash in my wallet (Banker, are you listening?), so I was going to have to be careful about what greasy, calorie-filled something I bought for my breakfast out of the machine at work, to make sure I had enough money left to pay for my lunch!  (Meals are important to me, even on bad days.) 

And now, it was raining “cats and dogs.”  Well, at least I had remembered to take an umbrella, so I wouldn’t get too wet running across the parking lot at work. 

As I drove toward work, the rain just got harder and harder.  It was coming down in sheets.  As I turned a corner a couple blocks from work, I saw a lone woman standing at a bus stop, holding a folded newspaper over her head!  What was she thinking?  She had some kind of coat on, but I could tell from here that that newspaper was totally water-logged and was really just a “token” — it was wilting fast and wasn’t keeping the rain off of her at all. 

As I drove by and then drove on, I kept seeing her in my mind’s eye –just standing there — she had to be so miserable — soooo I drove around the block and went back.  I pulled up to her, opened the window (rain IMMEDIATELY began pouring into the car), and thrust my little fold-up umbrella at her.  She said, “I can’t take that!”  I said, “Take it, you need it!”  She said, “Thank you.  How will I return it?”  I said, “Pass it on to the next person that needs it.”  She said, “God bless you.”  I said, “Thank you.”  (This was all said realllly fast, because I wanted to get that window closed — and she wanted to get that umbrella up!)

In the twinkling of an eye, my day had changed.  As I finished my drive to work, I suddenly felt sooo much better. Even though, I still had on my least favorite blouse, I was still hungry, I still wasn’t sure I had enough money to stretch until I could get to the bank, and it was still raining like a son-of-a-gun. 

When you think about it — I really got the better end of that deal.  The blessing that lady gave me was priceless.  And what I gave her was just an umbrella!

6 Responses to Just An Umbrella

  1. Linda says:

    Good Post. I’ll bet the recipient of the umbrella hasn’t forgotten. And neither has the recipient of the kindness that she, no doubt, passed on.

  2. Dixiechick says:

    Just one act of random kindness will come back to you ten-fold..least that’s what my Mama always taught me.

  3. Great story!

    One time, when I was in college, I got off the bus before my stop because I felt sick, and I threw up on the sidewalk. I had about a mile to walk home. A couple of ladies in a car saw me throw up (sorry to repeat that), and offered me a ride home. I have NEVER forgotten that, and that event influenced me. I have returned their favor by offering favors to strangers in need when the situation arises. To this day, I am grateful to those two ladies.

    It’s a nice way to live.

  4. Sandra says:

    Why am I not surprised that you have a great story to match this one, Simple. Do you mind if I call you “Simple?” Seems a little more formal than “Simp” and if I’m going to be president of the Indiana division of your fan club the “Simple Fan Club” sounds a little better than “Simp’s Fan Club.” Thanks for stopping by.

  5. Beth says:

    Wow, what a great thing! Makes me want to do something like this.

  6. Sandra says:

    Beth — It definitely wasn’t planned, but it also definitely, instantly changed my day for the better!

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