Wednesday, January 26, 2011

imperfect prose on thursdays: the man with the hat



His baseball hat was black, it sat extended in his hands like a soup bowl, and there were no coins, and he was an older man with a grey beard and smile-eyes and he said hello as Aiden passed by on my hip and I said hello and wondered at the empty. The town was a mountain one with mountain people and shops with overpriced rocks and gems and no one seemed to see him and I wanted to make sure Aiden did. And so we went to Starbucks and I bought an overpriced coffee and organic chocolate milk for my boy who sipped it as if he’d never had chocolate milk before and the customers all laughed and cheered as if they’d never seen a baby before and we bundled back into mitts and toques and I spilled milk and coffee on my jacket as we walked back to the man in the beard on the bench. Praying he wouldn’t be offended. Praying he would still be there. And he was and he smiled again and I said hello again and I handed him a paper bag saying, “We bought you an apple fritter.” And he immediately put on his hat as if that fritter was worth all of the coins in the world and took the fritter in his large hands. “It’s my husband’s favourite,” I said. “Is that okay?” “Why yes, thank you very much,” he said biting into flakes, and his face seemed to turn 10 years younger and I nodded, satisfied, then turned and “I hope you have a very good day,” he told us. “You too,” I said, and walked away. I didn’t say “God bless you,” and wondered if I should have, but I wanted the blessing to be in the giving and not in the words, and I wish now I'd sat down beside him and asked him for his story.



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49 comments:

Abby said...

dear emily,

sister, they stay with us, don't they? and they should and this is making someone feel special and i would wonder wish the same about sitting and hearing the story...one day...one day...

my heart sees...well done faithful one and trust Him with the rest...

Kim Hyland said...

You wanted Aiden to SEE. That's what grabs me. Sin blinds, and as He restores our vision, isn't that what we want to teach our children. To see. Be thou our vision, kind Savior.

Linda said...

This makes me want to cry Em - for the sweetness of your heart and for the lonely hearts who ask only to be noticed. You have Jesus' eyes.

Loni said...

You blessed Aiden with SEEING him . . . and you can still pray a blessing upon the man whenever he comes to mind. You never know what little seeds where planted that day.

You've blessed ME! :)

Praying for you & your mom

Lisa notes... said...

Emily,
I don't know if you realize this, but I've noticed that even the comments left on your blog seem a tad more inspired and poetic from having just read your soul in your posts. Your gift spills over to others. The man with the hat certainly received from your soul's overflow, words or none.

Brian Miller said...

smiles. chances are you will see him again...and we all have stories to tell...nice heart.

be back with mine in a bit...

kendal said...

i showed your site to my girl, teh one ilove. the one to whom i listen. and she loves your music and your paintings and your words. and i hope someday she will know you and tell you her story. she's going away for a while and will get better and write and paint and love again. i know it.

Nancy said...

Oh, emily! God DID bless him, through you. And Kendal's comment above nearly made me cry. So much grace here in this place. Snow shoveling taking the place of writing for me this week. Catch you next week--God's been so good to my family, to me. I need to find words. Love you.

David N. said...

I've had the same experience before and felt like it wasn't enough, but what else can you do? Nothing feels adequate.

Ramblings by Carol Nuckols said...

One December I was walking from my car to my office. A homeless man was walking in the same direction.
I never used to be afraid of homeless people, until one of them knifed somebody at the Whataburger.
I had parked in kind of an isolated area. So, to be on the safe side, I tried to keep my distance.
Then he started singing, "Chestnuts roasting on an open fire . . . ." and the rest of it. Singing it quite well. Still I tried to ignore him. Then he said, "Now, wasn't that nice?"
Suddenly I felt ashamed. "Yes, it was," I replied. "Thank you."
I might have said "Merry Christmas" as I continued on my way.

.a. said...

I love your heart girl! are you in Jasper??? Your blog reminds me of that ... I got your painting this week -- thank you so much!!! It means more and different to me now than ever before ... i love you!

Lauri said...

Emily your awareness of others humbles me. How often have I walked by. By God's grace He is expanding my vision and lifting my eyes. Thank you for your sweet words and gentle reminder to see and listen.
Love to you!

Bethany Ann said...

oh, my emily. i'm right there with you. God knows why i'm not on that bench, begging, too, but i'm right there with you.

happygirl said...

Emily, thanks for sharing. The poor will be with us always, it is prophesied. I love that your heart is soft for the poor in this world. I pray that you will keep this heart for others. I've struggled with this because of working in the work of helping homeless and pregnancy care centers and soup kitchens. I'm sorry that my heart has built a bit of callus around it. I need to have my heart broken for the needy again. Love this.

happygirl said...

Bummer, the wrong haiku linked. Wanted to link Schoolchild haiku.

Lori said...

Please, have no doubt...you blessed this man with your talking to him and sharing something to eat...you treated him like a human being..you seen him Emily...we all want to be seen...thank you for seeing and reaching out you hand to him. Beautiful.

ELK said...

the thought of the years meting away as he loved the fritter makes me so sure that there is such a right way connect .. thank you emily

Brian Miller said...

alright, made it back...

alittlebitograce said...

i was struck by your care. you chose the fritter because of your husband and then hoped that he would like it too. it can be easy to decide that the marginalized had just better be thankful with what they can get, rather than to express care over their preferences. you love so well with such a tender compassionate heart. and the painting! such beauty!

i have been praying for your mom. she looked lovely in the wedding photos. i met her at camp and i remember feeling very intimidated. but now she looks so full of love, like someone who gives very good hugs. how is her arm healing? much love to you! *hugs*

joanny said...

The story was in the gratefulness of simple sweet things. Sometimes people have to be humbled to appreciate all that is.

wonderful story, I joined in today.

joanny

April said...

really great...i love your heart, your desire to know his story. it gives him so much dignity and just honors him. thanks for this!

Shewriting said...

we all have a story to tell and he will tell his to someone someday (if he hasn't already) thank you for sharing this with us today. a beautiful glimpse into your day :)

J said...

I love your compassion, Emily. I want to model that same compassion. What a beautiful and practical way to share love. Thank you!

Belinda said...

What a beautiful act of kindness, Emily. You took the time to not only acknowledge but show love toward a stranger, someone hurting.

suzy said...

"I wanted the blessing to be in the giving and not in the words, and I wish now I'd sat down beside him and asked him for his story."
I think of the times I've been there too, wanting to ask the story, afraid that the story unwraps too much pain to be held.
In the quiet here you make me think and feel deep Emily.
Thank you.

LauraX said...

Encounters like this are so very precious Emily, your act most certainly was a prayer, the highest kind.

Graceful said...

Sister friend, this made me think right away of the day I bought a sandwich and a slice of cake and an apple for the man with the sign outside of SuperSaver. I saw him as pulled into the lot, and I hemmed and hawed, hemmed and hawed over what to do, because I really didn't know. But once you think that thought, of buying food for someone, it's hard to dismiss it. So I bought it, and bagged it into a separate plastic bag, and as I pulled my van toward to stoplight, I stopped and rolled down my window and said, "I bought this for you" and handed it out the window. And he smiled so broadly, such wonderful laugh lines around his eyes, and he said "God bless you." And I said, "God bless you, too, sir." And I drove away and cried. And I think about him a lot, and still look for him every week on my shopping day, but haven't seen him since. Which tells me the store probably told him he couldn't stand there and had to leave.

Thank you, Emily.

Leslie said...

I think he knew anyway, even though you didn't say it.

S. Etole said...

Food for spirit, soul and body offered in a fritter ...

Courtney Walsh said...

I LOVE this story, emily! What a great picture you've painted. :) I can see the entire scene...just beautiful.

Shannon said...

it's so hard to know how to meet a need isn't it? i always try to meet the ones God directs me to...giving food and blessings.

so proud of you for listening to His still small voice. :)

and what a great example for your son...:)

blessings

nic said...

praying again for a heart that sees. funny how your apple fritter blesses me full as well, all these miles and hours away.

Ruthiey said...

I think we're so busy trying to figure out the one big way we can serve God, that we miss the little moments. Thanks for that post, Emily.

Bev said...

sometimes the story doesn't matter. meeting him where he's at is what mattered, and you did that...beautifully. you have god's heart, and YOU bless ME...
xo

Melissa Campbell said...

One step away--and God. I have been praying to see Him. I listened to Jason Upton share the same last night. I wrote about it today. And I read your story. And I think, yes. This is where we will see Him. All it takes is one step. Thank you for sharing this beauty. Love and joy blessings!

Claudia said...

sometimes it takes only small things to make big changes..

kkrige said...

Those are the gestures that stay with us, aren't they? He will know your soul, even if he forgets the moment. Your son that is, and perhaps the man ...and really, does his story need to be told? You felt his spirit and offered your purity to that. Lovely.

Sarah said...

What a mother, you are. I pray he remembers well, not only this man but his mama's heart.

Laura said...

You are such a good mommy. Bless your giving heart, Emily. Whatever you do for the least of these...

Christine said...

I wonder so often about the person I sat beside on the bus or the customer in front of me in line at the Walmart. So many people with lines on their face that tell a story. Yet we pass by so many of them and then spend a lifetime wondering.

artschooldrop0ut said...

e, how gracious your young boy will become, 'God bless' was not too much. Blessings are never too much

B. Meandering said...

Reached way down inside me with this one, Em.
That moment was imprinted on your son's heart and it will help shape him into compassion.

deb said...

I can so picture you doing this.
I wish to get back that part of me more.

Imperfect said...

i do so enjoy the way you share your kind, compassionate, lovely heart with us.

Danielle said...

What an amazing moment Emily! I love your ability to paint them out, in pictures and words. I can't help but think that Aiden can't help but see, when he goes where your eyes lead.

Sandra Heska King said...

So beautiful, my sweet friend. I have seen and overlooked and regretted. You not only saw, you served. Oh, for eyes to see, serve, and sit.

Leslie said...

how is your mother doing, em?

Jodi said...

I learned a long time ago our children are always watching. You did good.

Craig and Bethany said...

*tears* in my eyes.

the blessing to be in the giving -- sort of levels the playing field, doesn't it?