62 degrees and cloudy.
A very gentle breeze kisses her cheeks as she walks along the park side. Autumn is on its way. With dark gray slacks and a fuzzy cream sweater covered by a long warm jacket, she continued her way up the sidewalk. The trees were beginning to turn, and gold, orange, and bright autumn red leaves began to wake from their summer slumber. As she walked on, the path was canopied by these gorgeous yet wondrous trees, creating an unknown peace in her heart. Squirrels chased each other and gathered food for the coming winter while geese ate from the ground and traveled south. Other birds perched on the branches and chirped their unique tunes.
Soon the circular path came to an end, and Annette went back to her car to head home. She pulled out her keys, pressed the unlock button, and opened the door to her silver-gray Camaro. Just before she set her stiletto boot into the car, she noticed an elder man with a sign that read, “No home. No food. No hope.” Annette felt it in her heart to help him, and closed the door to walk over to him. His head was down, and he was wrapped in a rag of a blanket sitting in the grass. She pulled out her wallet as she reached the sidewalk again, then pulled a 20 from the side. Reaching him, the man looked up. His eyes were gray and looked like they lost their light.
“Here,” Annette said holding out the 20.
The man’s eyes seemed to smile and his jaw sort of dropped. “Thank you, young lady.” She could tell his voice held great gratitude.
“God bless you, child.”
“You’re welcome. Do you need a lift anywhere?”
The man paused and looked at the grass for a minute. “Actually,” he looked up, “do you have a phone?” “Yes.” Annette pulled it out of her pocket, and flipped it open. “Who do you need to call?” He hesitated to answer. “I want to see if I can get a hold of my granddaughter.” “Do you need me to dial it?”
“It’d probably be better.”
She smiled. “What’s the number?”
“7, 2, 5. 9, 5, 6, 0.” Annette repeated the numbers as she dialed them, then held the phone to her ear to make sure it rang. One ring sounded, and she handed it to him. “It’s ringing.” “Thank you.”
Silence fell, but then he perked up at the sound of his granddaughter’s voice.
“Shania? It’s grandpa.”
“Say, um, would you mind if I came over?” Shania was silent for a moment. “What’s wrong Baba?” He took a deep breath in and closed his eyes, but before he could say anything Shania knew what was wrong. “Okay. Do you need me to pick you up?” He looked at Annette.
“It’s up to you.” Annette said kindly.
He just smiled. “No. I got a ride.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Okay. See you in a few then.”
“Bye.” He shut the phone and gave it back to Annette, then she helped him up and motioned towards her car. “Oh my.” He said in an almost overwhelming shock for his age. She gave a small giggle, then said, “Come on.” They pulled up to the house of brown and cream with aspens in the front yard, and Shania came out to get her grandpa. Annette put it in park, got out, and went around helping him out as Shania reached them. The man looked into her bright green eyes. To her, it had looked like his light came back. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.”
Shania cut in. “You okay Baba?
“You look like you haven’t eaten in days.”
“I’ve gotten little tidbits.”
“Well come inside to get warm at least. You should probably help yourself to some food as well. Caden! Come help Grandpa Gabe!” A little blonde boy came trotting down the porch steps.
“Take grandpa in. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Okay. Hi grandpa!”
As the two of them went up to the house, Shania turned to Annette. “I don’t know what to say.” “It’s okay.”
“I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to him. He’s all I have right now. Besides my husband and son, that is.” She sighed. “Thank you.” Annette nodded, and Shania started inside. Annette smiled and went back around, getting back in her Camaro.
“Thank you Lord.”