Shame

Two Mexicans came into our store this week at different times. One guy wanted a hundred dollars worth of emitters for drip irrigation. This is unusual; most vineyard people have a specific count of emitters needed. He didn't he was in a nice truck had tons of cash and spoke zero English. I labeled him a dope grower and then I saw the blessed Mother medal around his neck. The blue of the medal seemed to radiate in my eye and I was given this grace. It was something like this, "this is one of My children as are you, and you will treat and think of My child as you would Jesus." I was very moved by this encounter.

 

The next one is shameful. A gentleman was standing outside the store and appeared to be very confused. He also spoke zero English. He had 2 or 3 social security cards and drivers licenses that he wanted to give to me. I asked him in broken Spanish if he needed help, he said yes. I asked if he needed work, he said yes. Then a Spanish speaking customer approached and translated a little. Basically the Mexican man was very confused. He asked for some power, I stupidly said, "PGE?" He said yes and then I went inside to Google a phone # for PGE. He took off quickly.

 

When I got home, in the shower I thought, "Why didn't you give him your lunch or your rosary or some cash? I was so thinking of my own well being and the problem this guy generated for me that I couldn't see him as a brother with a need I could try to fill.

uGG… I'm so self absorbed. I didn't do as my Mother had plainly shown me with the first brother. Help me do better with this issue Jesus, Amen