It’s 2:15 in the morning and I’m too lazy to write, but my days have been so filled with overwhelming blessings that I wouldn’t be able to sleep in peace if I didn’t write about them.
Just a while ago, I had this perfect picture of what would have happened if I didn’t lose my purse on Christmas Eve: I’d be working on Christmas Day, work the day after Christmas Day, spend money on Chinese food, come home and sleep, update my diary, update my work blog, buy more Chinese food, sleep off my personal holidays, then work again come Saturday.
But I lost my purse, and my life’s gone down a totally different path.
If I didn’t lose my purse, I wouldn’t have knocked on the Thompsons’ door and witness to their kindness. I wouldn’t have dialed 911 and seen the amazing job that cops could do. I wouldn’t have realized that there was a group of people known as emergency locksmiths. I wouldn’t have known the feeling of talking and catching your breath and holding back your tears at the same time while recalling to the best of your capacity the exact details of how the snatcher looked like and what he was wearing and how he took away your purse.
It was an enriching experience, a life changing event, something that the only reasonable explanation I could come up with for was that God was probably telling me something. Because of what had happened, I realized that kind people exist. I became more receptive to love.
As of now, I have spent not a single penny on anything I’d normally buy. My friends and the Thompsons have provided me with everything. Thanks to the snatcher, I feel a hundred times richer now than what I did before he took away my purse.
Thank God you’re okay
Thank God the snatcher did not harm you. Thanks also to the Thompsons for taking care of you.. It’s true although there are some bad people there are still good ones. You’ll just have to find them…Godbless.