I took a beat up thrashed out BMX bike to a bicycle shop and had the store pimp it out with new bearings, very nice rims, new brakes and adjust it all to perfection. It was better than new. Then I rode around till I saw a housecleaning lady at a bus stop with her daughter. Just looking I could sense this was a struggling single mom doing all she could to provide for her kid. It was like a really strong vibe I picked up.
So I rode over and said hello. The mom looked wary but waited to see what was on my mind. I asked the kid who was about ten or eleven if she owned a bike. Warily she said "No." As she looked the bike over. I asked her to hold the bike for me as I got off which she did as her mom watched. I could tell the mom was worried about what I might be up to, maybe a crazy person? I asked the girl again, "Have you ever owned a bike?" No again. "Well, you own one now! God loves you and I asked him to help me find someone to give this to. You're the one"
Both mom and daughter were thinking it's not real. Maybe I was just messing about. I turned and crossed back to where I had come from and when I reached the other side of the street I heard screaming. I looked back and saw the girl jumping up and down and screaming as her mom looked on with a huge smile as she watched her daughters celebration.
So, they finally believed and I felt great I could play a part in making it happen.
Way better than giving it to church.
They probably live in a shitty hood, where some thugboy will steal the bike at the first available opportunity...but you brought a kid some joy for awhile at least...and that is not to be discounted.
Yah, I thought about that. My first bike got stolen the same day. Actually, it was my third bike. My very first bike I found hidden the garage with grandpa 's junk. Rusty old ten speed with flat tires. I oiled up the chain and got patches for the innertubes. I rode it around for a few minutes when grandpa's brother came by, claimed it was his and took it. My older brother found me a bike with no brakes which I rode for a grand total of two minutes before crashing into a fence. Grandma drove me to the doctor to get my chin stitched up. The next day the grandparents fave me the new bike. I found it later that day in the school parking lot minus the banana seat and slick tires and carried it home. Grandma took me to a bicycle shop where a kind man replaced the missing tires and seat. It was a busy week for me. It was the first week of summer.
Oh man that's incredible! I want to do something like that now. I've been walking around with the $100 in my pocket waiting for being told who to give it to. Thank you
I know I'm not a pious person and have done wrong, been selfish, given in to anger and frustration, but to be honest, I call on God to use me for good. Rather than just give money I also give my time and talent.
I hope you find a way to get that special feeling when you know you have been a blessing to those around you. There is nothing quite like it. Most times my efforts are unappreciated and it's disheartening but occasionally I get to see real joy and appreciation so it's worth the effort for that rare moment.
It was tough on me getting my first bicycle snatched by a selfish great uncle, getting hurt by my second bicycle and ending up in a doctor's office for stitches and then getting my first new bike jacked off my front lawn the same day to be stripped for parts and finding the frame abandoned in the school parking lot. Grandma paid to have it put back in running order but I learned to care for my things that week .
I can relate to kids never having cool stuff.
But it can be something small. Like bringing bottled water to coworkers or just picking up trash.
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