I talked w/ Dad about "Susie's" phone call from earlier in the week. I asked him what he thought about my idea to write an editorial for his local paper; he didn't think I should so I won't, but I'd really, really like to. Maybe I'll still write it for my own sanity and call it, "Susie, the Good Samaritan." I know we call any person who acts kindly and unselfishly toward another person a Good Samaritan, but Jesus's parable talks about one act of kindness toward one person. Okay, the Samaritan left money for the injured man's care and then checked on him again on his way back through, but I see this as one act. Susie has done so much more for Dad than one act of kindness, and she said she doesn't wake up each morning thinking, "What good thing can I do for Don Miller today." Like a couple of nights ago, her parents and her in-laws were at her house grilling hot dogs and brats. Susie called Dad up and invited him out. This goes way beyond one simple act of kindness so I guess I'll have to call my editorial, "Susie the Saint."
On another note, I was walking Kea tonight when I passed a young girl riding her scooter. I recognized the girl as belonging to the family to whom we gave a couple of bags of clothes and a used bicycle. I greeted her w/ a cheery, "Hello there," and I sounded just like Mom. This was how we used to greet each other on the phone. She'd answer the phone and I'd say, "Helloooo there," to which she would respond in kind. So many times that cheery greeting gave me hope. Even when I was feeling scared and sad that bouncy, "Helloooo there," would pick me up.
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