A can of dog food

     I will never be rich in terms of money.  I don't really want to be.  This thought confuses many people around me, it seems, but there it is.  I, however, will always be rich in terms of the Gifts I have been given by those who have gone before me.     
      My mother saw a snapshot of that this week.  She felt like she should point this out to me. 
     It started out with some people who had a sick dog.   The story was very simple.  I gave them a can of dog food. I knew this specific dog food would make a difference to this sick dog.   I didn't charge them as they had bought some other things but also had told me that the husband had lately been laid off from his job.  Then, as we talked, I realized that I had met this man one time before almost a year ago in a place about 10 hours from here. 
     We were at an exhibit of The Dead Sea Scrolls in Fort Worth, which was very, very heavily guarded.  We were not allowed to take my grand daughters stroller with us and we did not realize until later that we had left her bottle in the diaper bag in the stroller as well.  When she began to get hungry, we were told that if anyone left the exhibit to go back down the stairs to get her bottle, that person would not be allowed to come back into the exhibit, with out paying again and starting from the beginning, for security reasons.  We continued on with an increasingly fussy baby until my son-in-law decided that we had no choice but to give up and one of us take the baby back down the stairs to get her bottle and wait for the rest of us to get finished.  As he was getting ready to start through the crowd to head for the stairs, a guard came up to us and said that he was willing to escort someone down to get the bottle then bring them back.  Because of htat mans kindness and understanding, and willingness to help the rules along, everyone was able to continue through this amazing exhibit. 
     With out a conversation asking these people what brings them to our back of beyond, neck of the woods, I would never have figured this out.  I would not have found out that this family, in recent months, had moved here to take another job that almost immediately upon arriving was ended due to the sequester. 
     Finding out stories like this, I consider to be some of the biggest blessings of my life.  I can't say I was ever given verbal instructions in this way of life, but I was definitely given instructions by just watching my father and listening to the stories that have been told to me about both of my grandfathers.  This was the point my mother wanted to make.  I don't know how to do anything else.   Maybe, that is just part of the way I feel the vibrations of the world around me.