Connecting the dots

I don't know about you, but I am tired of hearing about so many people dying. Maybe I'm at an age when that happens, but I don't like it one bit. I've also received so many FaceBook prayer requests from friends for family members. I feel so helpless. During the day when one of these people come to mind, I offer up a spontaneous prayer.

This evening at dusk, a writer friend phoned while I was working at the computer. She mentioned that she was taking a walk. That was the impetus I needed to get off my duff and outdoors. "I'm going for a walk too. We'll walk and talk," I said.

Two blocks from home, I came upon an elderly neighbor in a wheel chair. His legs were amputated, his dentures lay on the ground and he was firmly stuck ina groove on the ramp to his van. He sat and smoked a cigarette, looking forlorn. He called me over and asked if I'd help dislodge the wheels. I was unable to, so I called hubby who came to the rescue. While I waited, I asked the man if he lived alone. He told me he did and his wife was in a nursing home. He'd just come from visiting her. He'd brought her candy because she loves sweets. I could tell he loved his sweet.

He told me that when he'd pulled in, he was unable to swing wide enough because the trash man had placed his cans where he parks. I dragged those two, big red plastic bins to the side of his house, and right about then hubby arrived on scene.

The old guy thanked us for getting his wheel chair unstuck and he assured us he could make it from there. I hope so. I fear he'll get stuck again, or he'll burn his house down. Sometimes I feel helpless. When there's nothing I can do, I just say a little prayer.

Tonight I was busy writing, prepared for a long evening in front of the computer. Then my phone rang, my friend mentioned she was taking a walk ... you connect the dots.