I was driving yesterday…just going to the grocery store. I needed buns for some meatball “sangwhiches”. As I passed by a local rehab/elderly care facility…I noticed an sweet lilttle old lady…walking thru the parking lot and then into the busy street. I pulled over immediately and got out. She was wearing a sleeveless nightgown and slippers (it was freezing cold out)…and tho she wore a lovely smile…it was also the facial expression of someone that had lost their faculties. I introduced myself and asked her where she was going…and she told me that she was going to California to visit her brother (via Detroit, I guess). I told her that if she got into my car, I would take her there. She looked at me for a few minutes, deciding whether or not I was a worthy travel partner. Then she agreed, and offered to give me money for gas. I helped her into the car and pulled up to the door of a care facility. There were 2 ambulances at the front entrance, and I supposed things had gotten busy and she had just slipped by them. I found myself thinking that if this was my mother…I would want someone to make sure she was safe. I found a nurse, who came out to the car to bring my new friend back to her old room. She kept telling the nurse that I promised to take her to her brother in California. She looked broken hearted. I felt miserable that I couldn’t fulfill my promise to her. Then I consoled myself with the fact that she probably didn’t even have a brother in California….and if she did…he was probably gone to his reward by now. I told myself that she was probably on her way to the cafeteria and a nice big serving of Jello. It didn’t make me feel much better. At least she was safe. I moved on then…to fresh buns…and my “meatball sangwhich”. A sandwhich like that could make any situation better, right?
Promises to a sweet old lady…