Today’s post comes from Live Brave founder and creator, Lesley Glenn
I felt it slide off of my foot.
From my favorite pair of flip flops.
I bent down to pick it up and tucked it into my purse to glue back later.
I was late for my flight.
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It’s 46 degrees and raining.
We stopped to have lunch before our flight home.
Fast food. So we wouldn’t be late.
I walked into the bathroom and saw her.
Standing against the wall waiting for a stall.
I looked at her clothes, tattered, ripped, soaked with rain.
Her hair was disheveled and she smelled like a brewery.
She didn’t look older than 25.
I nestled in right next to her against the wall, and said, “Hi.”
She smiled at me.
I glanced down to see that she had no shoes on.
I looked at the warm moccasins I had on
and then at her feet; wet and white with cold.
I asked her, “Where are your shoes?”
” I don’t have any, ” she told me, ” they stole my backpack.”
“What size to you wear?” I inquired.
“A 10″ she replied.
I looked again at my feet covered, warm and a size 8.
I took off my right moccasin and asked her to try it on.
She smiled and said, “I don’t think it will fit.”
And she was right.
She said thank you and then she proceeded into a bathroom stall, as did I.
I came out first, then she.
I touched her gently and said, “WAIT.”
She turned around.
“You can’t go out there without any shoes.” “Wait for me outside.”
She said okay and moved out into the rain under the awning.
I ran to the car, in the rain, my moccasins now soaked.
I pulled out my favorite flip flops and a five dollar bill.
I ran to meet her under the awning.
I told her that these would atleast give her some protection until she could get a pair that fit her feet.
She pulled them out of the bag and her eyes lit up.
“They are beautiful.” she whispered.
She put them on, carefully, one at a time.
“I will be the envy of all the other homeless people.”
I rubbed her arms, tucked the five dollar bill in her hand and said, “Yes you will, now go inside and get something to eat.”
She looked at me again and our eyes locked.
“You are God’s gem.”
Now I am soaked and shivering.
In my hand, I hold a gem from my favorite flip flops.
In his hands he holds a gem close to his heart.
Lesley is a devoted wife, and mother, loyal friend and sister, and loving daughter. She is an artist, and freelance writer, a world traveler, a metavivor, and a social entrepreneur. Lesley lives a life cultivating gratitude, knowing that each moment is an opportunity and each day an adventure. She believes that her purpose in life is to breathe heaven on earth by being fully present and living wholeheartedly, and desires to encourage others to do so as well.