Water under the . . .

So that’s where the ducks go in the cold: 

Under the bridge

     I missed an opportunity to do a good deed today, and I am kicking myself in the pants for it, or in Work terms, I am feeling remorse of conscience. I feel like those urges and opportunities are tasks brought by angels for me to do.  But I fail, not infrequently, and can offer no excuses for my failures, only prayers that more will come which I will not miss them.  For the times I answer those calls to kindness, I am grateful.

     I was in the pharmacy, paying for a very expensive prescription, and the man next to me could not pay for his. I wanted to offer to pay for it, but kept quiet for what seemed like sensible reasons, like not invading his privacy and not knowing the price.  He left. Then I got into a detailed conversation with the pharmacy clerk an about mutual funds and saving money, not because of the man’s situation, but because of the expensiveness of my own prescription.  The young man seemed genuinely grateful for the information I was offering,  but it wasn’t the good deed I would have preferred, especially since i thought, hope he nor possible eavesdroppers were scoping out old ladies to rob. I was judging him: he had a black eye and tattoos and was very thin. So there’s another good intention spoiled by internal considering. God forgive me. Lord have mercy. IJN

     

     Lord bless those whom I wrong misjudge.  Lord bless those I love. Lord bless this country. Lord help this world.  Lord keep green the memories of my parents and ancestors and in-laws. IJN