As I arrived at work on another bitterly cold morning, I surveyed the sidewalk that stood between the day shelter for homeless men and my car. The usually safe path had been transformed into a sort of makeshift skating rink, thanks to the snow and ice that recently blanketed Louisville. Slowly, very slowly, I began to make my way down the sidewalk toward the day shelter, but almost as soon as I started walking, something, or rather someone, stopped me in my tracks.
As I tentatively took my initial steps, I heard one of the older gentlemen who is a guest at the day shelter call out to me. In a deep, booming voice, he commanded, “Stop right there! Oh no, you don’t, Miss Kristi! Don’t take another step. I am coming to get you.” I froze right where I was, as I watched him adeptly make his way across the icy sidewalk toward me. When he reached me, he gently, but firmly, took my hand in his hand and began to shepherd me safely across the ice. That small act of kindness meant a lot to me, as he risked his own safety just to make sure that I did not slip and fall. Even though I could have made it down the treacherous sidewalk unescorted, as I did so yesterday, I appreciated his steady hand to guide me.
When we safely reached the steps leading to the front door, he gave my hand a squeeze, and I thanked him profusely. He smiled broadly and replied, “You are more than welcome. A gentleman always helps a lady or anyone else when he can.” Indeed he does, and indeed he did.
Just one thing each day . . .