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A Cup of Awesome – by Jonzy Kub

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It’s 12:37 A.M.

I decide I need cigarettes. It’s been that kind of week. And I’m feeling really low. Again.

I walk down to the 7-Eleven convenience store on the corner.

On my way, I walk past a homeless man.

It’s cold outside. It’s wet. It’s been raining. It sucks outside. I don’t want to even be walking; and this man is trying to live in these conditions.

“Excuse me, can you help me out with a cup of coffee,” he asked.

“Sorry man, I don’t have any cash on me,” I responded.

And that was the truth. I didn’t.

I’ve been dealing with a world of problems, mostly, because my mind won’t shut up long enough for me to make sense of what’s really going on. I’ve managed to shut my friends out, and alienate myself from anything resembling love; only adding to my list of issues.

I get to the 7-Eleven store and make a beeline to the coffee. I reach for the biggest cup I can find.

You see, even when my mind is not where it needs to be, my heart seems to point me in the right direction. Some force outside of myself takes over, and I’m just along for the ride.

The coffee is piping hot. I knew this would help him stay warm.

But what if he doesn’t like his coffee black?

I grabbed sugar and creamer just in case.

I buy my smokes and head out.

I go back to the spot where I encountered the man sluggishly dragging his belongings.

He’s nowhere to be found.

I felt my heart break a little, but I am relentless. On this cold, dank night, the stranger will get his coffee.

Determined, I walk up the block.

He must have headed in this direction; something assured me of this.

In the distance, I see a silhouette of something moving.

As I get closer, I can hear the rustling of the bags.

It’s him!

I light up, with relief.

I pick up the pace to reach him. I didn’t want to shout. The last thing I want to do is alarm him.

Finally, he slows down; and he stops.

With a slight smile, I calmly approach him.

“Here’s your coffee,” I tell him kindly.

Dumbfounded and ecstatic, “Really!?”

“Yes. Really.” I continue, “… and here is some creamer and sugar.” Handing the man his request.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” He adds, “ you made made my night. Good things do happen.”

His overjoyed excitement filled me with so much purpose.

I instinctively gave him a massive hug; I embraced this stranger with all the love that was ever denied to me, in a warm hug of loving gratitude.

The moment I turned around, making my way back home, tears flooded my eyes; there was no holding back. I’m not sure why I started bawling, but it felt amazing to do something for someone else, and immediately, all my problems felt meaningless. It reminded me of all the things that actually matter—the little things.

So, thank you random stranger.

THANK YOU, SO MUCH, FOR THAT MOMENT!

For you have helped me, more than you even know.

Author Bio:

Jonzy Kub

Jonzy KubYou can read more of Jonzy’s work at http://www.jonzykub.com/

15 comments

  3. Aww that’s a great story. I have such a passion for the homeless. So often they are overlooked, people just walk by as if they don’t exist or because they are more concerned with their own lives. I’m not rich, I can’t always afford to help, but my heart always leads me to. Most often in buying a meal or a drink, as I never carry cash. The reaction of the person you help is almost always so pure and beautiful.

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  14. That was a terrific story.

    We ran out of gas one day, and AAA came by and gave us a free gallon – enough to exit to the gas station. We wondered why we didn’t catch the gas level- we never ran out of gas before (ever)… I told my husband there must be a reason.

    Then a woman approached us at the gas station/convenience store and had her 3 kids with her and asked us for a little cash so she could get a snack for her kids. She and her husband had both been laid off from work and having trouble making ends meet. She looked like me- an average mom.

    We had been there ourselves twice and once after I just had our son, so my heart was softened and we gave her $10.00- not much- but what I had in my wallet because we never carry cash. (I was grateful I had that $10.00) It wasn’t much, but I wanted to give what I could even on my tight budget. My husband looked at me, there was no way of telling if it were a scam… but I looked at those kids… what mother would hang out at the gas station with 3 kids… a desperate one. I remember those days I was nearly to that point of asking people we knew for money. So, I gave freely and wished it were a $20.00. Besides, we ran of gas for a reason- she must have sent a prayer to God and He answered her by delivering us? It was no longer my money.

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