My balcony Harvest.
**Helped pay the grocery bill for a needy family who is having hard time buying food, paying rent, and taking care of their sick during this Pandemic. Help the helpless in the name of God!
**Would you save a sick and old man or would you just turn around and walk away! A true story:
A few weeks ago, while I was waiting for the cleaning lady to come, I decided to go down and get a quick cup of coffee from the Bistro. When I got off the elevator on the ground floor, I saw a man sitting in his walker with his head down. We will call this man Robert. I recognized him right away.
I asked him if he is alright? Then again I repeated the same.
He said, “I am not alright. Getting old is bad… I can’t walk…”
I immediately said, wait here, I am going to get the Security.
He stretched out his arm, like a baby, stopped me from going away, and said loudly, “Help me!”
I thought if this man falls flat on his face, I will never forgive myself. So, I said OK, I will help you! Hold on to your chair tight. I slowly started pulling him backward, while talking to him all the way: Are you OK? Hold on to your chair! I am not supposed to be doing this, but I want to help you! You will be OK once we get there! We are almost there! You will see your daughter soon!
I pulled his walker through the two corridors then saw the secretary was passing by. I asked her to get the Security to take Robert to the front door, his daughter is waiting there for him. Then Security came and helped him. Next day I was trying to get into touch with him, to see how he is doing. But I couldn’t reach him. Then I wrote an email to the Nursing Director telling her the whole story.
Within two hrs. I got a phone call from a nurse that, “You were in contact with a person who is tested positive for Covid-19. You are on quarantine now. You have to stay in your apartment for next 14 days. The Director will get into touch with you soon.”
While I was on quarantine, I was tested for Covid-19 in my apartment. My temperature was taken daily by a nurse. My friend delivered coffee, and orange juice a few times. My friend Barbara brought me fresh fruits. My meals were delivered in the evening, and my garbage was picked up at the door. My neighbor Ed helped me with the mail. Beside watching the news on the TV, The Star Ledger newspaper kept me informed of the outside world. I have my own little library that kept me busy too. I meditated and prayed more than ever before. That kept me calm and quiet. So, it wasn’t bad at all.
The only thing I can think of is that this man Robert was very lucky. God sent me to help him. I was at right place, and at the right time. Now he is in good hands. If I can save one life in the name of God, that worth’s a million!
You know since my husband passed away a few months ago, I try to do at least one act of Kindness every day. Help a hurting soul is my mission. I am fully vaccinated. So, why wouldn’t I help a helpless in the name of God!
Time is running out. Do good, and be good to others.
Once the time is gone it will never come back! Sushil
Sushil (Sue) Hennessy, Nov. 2021
Random Acts of Kindness
You don’t need money, just a little time to give mental support and be kind to all. Check on the elderly, bring their Newspaper to their door in bad weather, say hello to your neighbors when you see them, wish them happy holidays and birthdays etc. Call your parents, grandparents, sisters, brothers, aunts and uncles; talk to them to make sure they are not lonely. Thank the soldiers when you see them for keeping us safe; thank priests, police officers, teachers, health care workers, food suppliers, postal workers, newspaper persons, trash collectors for their services. Write notes to a lonely and unknown person and make his or her day. Give thanks to all those heroes who are sacrificing their lives to help others during this Pandemic. You all are Angels.
P.S.: Update on the last month’s article – “Kindness every day and Kindness all the way”:
I had spoken to Joseph’s son to help his father move to the Assisted Living. He mentioned that, “It is too expensive.” I said give a try, you never know. After that I had written letters to the director, spoke to some people, wrote an article in the monthly newspaper. After some negotiations with the family, Joseph is moved to the Assisted Living. Now he is in good hands. This is the least we can do for our Vets. Who have sacrificed their lives for our Country.