A real saint

I often come home tired and emotionally spent. Monday was no exception. I really did not want to talk about work when I went to my Grandmother's to eat, but all Grandma did was remind me of it the whole time I was there. Sometimes I just need to get all the burdens of people's needs off my back like anyone else. As I ate, I found out that a man had stopped by her house that day to clean her gutters, but that job was done. He then said he needed money to pay his water bill (sounds a lot like my job), so she had him put out her outdoor Christmas lights and rake her leaves. She also fed him and his wife and gave them $25.00 and told the man to come back the next day to finish the leaves. I'm sure she gave him more money yesterday, too. As if that was not enough, she tells me that in addition to the one Giving Tree child she picked up from CAReS that she bought $30-$40 worth of toys for 2-5 year olds from Dollar General that could go to any child, anywhere. She has no clue who will get these toys that cover a whole bed.

I'm not sure I would do the things my grandmother does sometimes, I need to get started though. I'm (we're) the one(s) who God has called to be put in those situations for most of this century. Grandma's nearly 80 and sooner than any of my relatives will like, she'll be singing with the angels.

I should go to bed now, I should have a long time ago. I had something else to write as well, but I don't know what that is now. I just have this vague idea that it was really good stuff. -LOL- :-(