GOOD DEEDS

(Side Note: Life has been somewhat helter skelter since I last blogged and contemplated whether or not to write many more; however, there's something deep within that dictates that I must and that I'm better by doing so, even if it can take a significant amount of my time. Writing is not only enjoyable but can be quite therapeutic and if some of your comments have been truthful, you like that I do write, so I'll try to do it on a more regular basis.)

Asking for help does not come easily for me whether trying to find a destination or lifting heavy objects and usually turn down most offers for assistance. Think it's in the genes. No wonder my dad used to call my mother, grandmother, and me "three peas in a pod."

Several times I've taken my keyboard over to the church building for Praise Band practices and Celebration performances. A few have offered their assistance when time to take the equipment back home, which I politely declined. One particular instance comes to mind. Greg was the offerer. I, of course, refused and Steve chimed in that I probably had more strength than the preacher man anyway.

After the band's performance last month, I left my equipment in the church building until after I moved to a new apartment, in another county, and only three miles from work (an upcoming blog). After service this past Sunday, while people were still mingling in the auditorium, I entered the former "Holy Place" and took the keyboard stand out the side door, down the stairs to the car and came back in. Grabbed the keyboard case and lugged it out the door (while others watched and a few stepped aside), down the stairs to the parking lot heading toward the Saturn. A young man in shorts with several tatoos holding hands with his female companion was cutting across the parking lot and asked if I needed any help. I smiled and said "No, thanks" and kept on walking. He stopped and said, "Where are you going?" I pointed to the car and he walked up to me, took the case, and said, "Let me help you." I relinquished control and thanked him. Assisted him in getting the case into the trunk. I told this young man that it was very sweet of him and again expressed my appreciation. I went back into the building for the bench and brought it to the car.

I'm not writing this to knock those who saw me and didn't offer their assistance. I don't know...it just amazes me where you find people who do good deeds for others.