The broken shards that once were the rib over my heart caused me great pain as I took a break from my spring cleaning. I was starting to feel sorry for myself when someone knocked on the front door. My parents were gone for a few hours shopping.
I went to the front door hoping it wouldn't be a door to door salesman.
The man that stood on the front porch was dressed in old clothes.
"The stuff at the end of your drive....could I have some of it?"
I was setting out old furniture and yard care equipment for my home town's spring trash day.
"Sure take what you want and thanks for asking."
I almost shut the door but I saw his car. I wish I could tell these true life stories without sounding crazy but I'm so very tired of lying to try to fit in with the world.
I looked at his car and remember a faded memory of a vision I had so many years ago.
An old car with paint flaking off and bald tires. A man that needed tires.
I had bought the best tires I could find for my old van before I gave it to my son Mark.
I remembered the man asking me if I wanted to pay ten dollars to have the old tires recycled.
The tires still had tread but what did I need old tires for?
I saw the flash of the old car and a man that needed tires in my head and said no.
I remembered the future. I remembered the last day in April in 2009. I remembered a man that needed tires. I gave him those tires I had keep for so many years for no rational reason.
I thought he was going to cry for a moment as he showed his almost flat bald tire on his driver side. He didn't even have the money to fix a flat. He took the tires home.
A good deed? Sometimes you can't listen to your rational mind. Sometimes its better to remember the future in the past so you can help someone in the present.
Such a magical life I have and I complain about a little pain from a broken rib. Shame on me.