It’s the small acts of service that make a
world of difference
December 29, 2013
My story today has to be written. The
lessons and blessings that came from this one insignificant event has been
a treasure in my life time. You never know when you may be called upon to
provide a simple act of service that would open funnels of life long, nonstop,
amazing events that bless your life.
It’s very important that I present this
experience to the best of my ability. Justice needs to be served because it is
a window to a friendship that had to be initially formed in heaven. I am
so grateful that time, event, and opportunity came together that day.
In the fall of 1976, I awoke to a gorgeous
day, you know one of those days when there is not a cloud in the sky and
the temperature is not too hot or too cold. Everything was good. I was
moving about my busy schedule just feeling good.
My work involved installing underground
telephone cable with a small backhoe. As I moved up the highway from one
project to another, I came upon a pickup truck parked at the side of the road.
Thinking that the driver may be having trouble, I stopped and asked him if he
needed any help. Our conversation lead to his story.
He had contracted to bore the holes for
the road crossings, enabling the telephone cable to cross under. His backhoe operator was unable to
come to work because of a personal tragedy. His infant son was very ill. I
asked the driver if I might could dig his trenches for him. He was happy
for the help. We spent the day digging his bore trenches at each road crossing.
When we had finished, he asked me if he could pay me for my time, but my
feelings for his backhoe operator’s situation just wouldn’t allow me to
take any money. You know how you feel when you have an opportunity to help…I
just felt good and said, “Give the money to your backhoe operator,” and I drove
away with joy as my reward.
About a week later, I was driving my
backhoe up the highway when I heard the sound of a horn honking behind me. I
looked back to see someone waving their arms to stop me. That was the first day
that I met Ken Richens.He was the operator who had been unable to come to
work.
Ken introduced himself and then asked me
if I had been the one who had completed his trenches. He was so grateful that
someone he had never met had shown such compassion. He told me that his little
son, by then, had passed away.
My small offering of just a few hours, has
returned dividends of hundreds upon hundreds of hours of friendship, of work
projects, of service to others, and of raising our families together.
This great man has been monumental in my
life. I know I can count on him, and he knows he can count on me. So you see,
small acts of service can produce relationships that are more precious
than gold, and I have become the recipient of that.
If my story has been of value to
you, would you please like and repost it?
Taylor
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