Exiting the giant box of all things home improvement, I squinted against the bright midday sun, quickly dug to the bottom of my purse for some much needed sunglasses.
Crossing the hot parking lot, I looked up. Watched from afar as a young woman approached a man. As he walked on past shaking his head, refusing to look at her. Her shoulders slumped, she fought back tears.
Seeing me, she walked over. “Excuse me, could you spare a couple dollars? I just need two more dollars to get a taxi home.”
I froze, not knowing what to do.
I realize it’s possible, likely even, that there was no cab ride in this girl’s future. I know the cash could be used for all manner of destructive addictions and sad behaviors.
I hope. I hope that if I ever reached out someone would stop. Hope that we haven’t become so disconnected that we’ve forgotten what it is to need a little help. Hope, and even know, that there is goodness in abundance.
I sighed. Smiled. “I bet I have a couple bucks you could have.”
She smiled slightly.
I looked at her, “What’s your name?”
“Um, it’s Tori,” she said timidly.
“Well, I’m Mallory, Tori. It’s nice to meet you,” I said looking her in the eye.
She smiled. Looked surprised, “It’s really nice to meet you.”
Fumbling with the zippered wallet, I pulled out a coupled crumpled dollar bills.
I couldn’t know where these would end up. All I could do was hope.
Smiling as she thanked me, I handed it over,
“I hope this helps you get where you need to be.”