A Second Chance . . .

The other day I was about to enjoy a very casual lunch with my daughter Megan at Carl's Jr. with my youngest grandson Zack, we did our usual, setting up a table in the play area, so we can sit and chat while Zack runs around.  Then we noticed her . . . an obviously mentally ill, black, homeless woman.  She was sitting at our usual table and was talking nonstop to herself.  I guess Mommy-radar kicked in or maybe I was just too paranoid, but I hustled Megan and Zack out of there quickly and we ate out in the normal dining area.   I had talked to the Asst. Mgr. and she told me that the woman came in quite often and they just let her sit out there.  I was struck by their kindness and realized that maybe I had over-reacted.  I felt compelled to go out and speak to this woman and see if she needed something to eat.  I quietly approached her and spoke -- she looked up at me with the most innocent, angelic eyes I've ever seen in an adult.  She completely melted my heart and I felt true humility for having pre-judged this special, sweet spirit.  Of course I bought her lunch, she really didn't want much more than French Fries, (she was trying to be very unselfish) but she got an entire combo meal.  I am so grateful for this 2nd chance, for this lesson of humility, for the few minutes of being in the presence of someone I know has to be destined for exaltation.