My Dad was doing some painting at his church with another volunteer when they were approached by a unkempt man. He was asking for a priest, at the time there wasn’t one around. Instead of sending him on his way my Father took the man home to my parent’s house. The man was alone and homeless. My Father let him shower, gave him clean clothes, took him out to get something to eat and drove him to the City Mission. I cried, I knew I wouldn’t have been so kind. I would have been too afraid to help him or too busy. But my Dad, he wasn’t too busy or afraid. All my life he’s been doing things that most people don’t do. I remember being a little girl in the Blizzard of 77′ and he helped a woman and her son whose car got stuck. She sent us a Christmas card and calendar for years afterward. He does things quietly, not for show, not for a pat on the back, just because that’s what we are supposed to do; help one another and expect nothing in return. After my grandfather passed away people would tell us stories about so many good things he did for other people, none of us knew about most of them. I have a feeling someday we’ll find out that my Dad has done much more than we know.
It’s easy to do things for the people we love, our children, family, & friends but we should also reach out to those we aren’t close to. I think my Dad sees Christ in every person he meets. He has been such a beautiful example and I have so much more to learn from him. My Mother told me about this, since she came home to a homeless man in my Dad’s clothes. He never mentioned it to me…… no surprise he has never been one to sing his own praises.