The Toothless Angel
Our
13 year old son had decided he liked skateboarding and living on the streets
rather than at home. We would search for him down town and sometimes were
able to see him.
One
Sunday, my husband and I had been to church and had been comforted by many
people there. But we we were still in the stage of hiding ourselves and
felt uncomfortable with the blessing wished and attention given us.
After
church we decided to take a drive down town to see if we could find our
son and talk him into coming home. We found him sitting with older young
people, perhaps in their late teens and early twenties. They sat, talking
at a cement table outside a health food restraurant. When my son saw us,
he walked up to us and sat with us at another table a ways away from his
friends. It went well at first then my son became angry and walked away.
I
began crying at another attempt failed to reach him. My husband and I walked
toward my car and one of the people my son had been sitting with called
out to us. He said he had just met my son and did not know the situation.
He was shirtless, dirty, with long uncombed hair. He told us that he was
disowned by his own family as a teenager and told us he wanted to tell us
he admired us for searching to help our son. He touched mine and my husband's
arm and with a smile missing teeth and eyes of sincerity, he said, "
God bless you."
His
act of kindness and blessing touched me deeper than those of my church friends.
I learned that day to love another type of people from one man's actions.
He comforted me when others could not reach me.
