There’s a man named Ted who lives in a convalescent home near our house.
Again, I wondered…
Did he have family? Or friends?
I thought about him the whole way home.
When I saw him again a few days later, I felt a pull to stop and talk to him–a pull so strong that I slowed down and turned into the parking lot after the next intersection, thinking I should go back. But when I looked at the clock, I realized I had only fifteen minutes to pick my son up from school.
I sighed and drove off, promising that next time I’d say hi.
Then I realized I didn’t have to wait until next time…
“Want to surprise someone today?” I asked my son when I picked him up.
“This might sound strange,” I started nervously, “but I’m looking for a man who sits outside in the mornings, right out front. He’s tall and has white hair…”
“That sounds like Ted,” she said, smiling.
I pointed to the roses. “We wanted to give him these.”
“He was just here.” She looked around the lobby.
“There he is,” she said.
And I saw him by the stairs.
My son and I walked up to him. “Ted?” I asked.
“I see you in the mornings sometimes when I drive by here.” I held out the bouquet. “We just wanted to give you these and say hi.”
Slowly, he took the roses, a look of surprise on his face.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
Then he turned to my son and reached out his hand.
And I got a lump in my throat.
Because it’s beautiful to see the hand of a six-year-old child wrapped inside that of a ninety-or-so-year-old man.
He asked my son what his name was, and he thanked us again. We only stayed for a minute before saying goodbye.
But in that moment, Ted made his way into our hearts.
When my husband and I took our kids to the Home last Christmas to deliver some cards that they’d made, they walked up and down the halls looking for a door with the name Ted on it. When they found one, they picked out their favorite card and set it on the floor in front of the door.
And to this day, when I drive down that road, I look for Ted sitting outside.
The best part is, so do my kids.
I know that Ted might have a family that sees him often. And he might have friends that bring him flowers or send him cards.
But, then again, he might not.
Either way, I’m thankful I met him. Because it reminded me of the impact that reaching out to others can have. And the importance of caring about people we may not necessarily know.
And I’ll never forget the image of that man holding my son’s hand, or the smile on both of their faces that day.
p.s. I’m over at 5 Minute for Mom’s Faith Lifts today. Stop on over and say hi…