My mother always told me to be polite and tell people, "Thank you." Sometimes "thank you" is not adequate or appropriate. Sometimes I am thankful for things I didn't ask for and feel surpremely blessed by random events.
Gratitude
By Gayle Haynes
The crippled girl in her power chair
Joined the rushing, busy crowd.
I watched the people in the square.
The sound of sirens and horns was loud.
She joined the shoppers in their quests,
And workers: a chef, a banker and a nurse.
She tried not to block the walk, she did her best,
But then it happened: she dropped her purse.
Someone help her! I wanted to shout.
No one did and walked around to hurry on.
They all had business to be about.
Stretching over, her face revealed a silent moan.
I helped her gnarled fingers grasp the prize
Her face released the grinding frown,
And then she took me by surprise,
For joy broke forth when I looked down.
Relief, then comfort, and her face glowed.
Her thanks required no voice or word.
Better thanked by such a smile as she bestowed,
And I walked on, but vision blurred.
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