Today, I had a substitute teacher. At the end of the day, we had to do a Lenten Reflection and after, our substitute teacher told us a touching story.
So the teacher had a daughter. She was only in grade 4 meaning she as 10. She is an amazing tap dancer and has been to many countries (germany from what they said). She had always wondered what a homeless person was. Like where they live and stuff. The father had to explain to her everything. Later on, they went to a restaurant called the "Spaghetti Factory". While going there, there, they passed by a homeless person. The person had a guitar and a opened guitar case. So once again the daughter asked why the homeless person was there. The father explained to her again.
While at the Spaghetti Factory, usually, this girl would be picky with her food. She liked her food all separated (believe it or not, but there are people like that). Meat Balls with Spaghetti was a no no for her. She would like Spaghetti with Cheese on top. So then while there, she ordered 2 things. Her choice of the picky food, and a plate with spaghetti on it. Had everything. So her parents wondered, why did you order this? She just said, I am just going to give it to someone. She even ordered chocolate cake with chocolate sauce with ice cream. She got water for her and hot chocolate for the homeless person. After, she told them she was gonna give it to the homeless person, the waiter asked "Is this going to be okay?" The father said, I will accompany here.
When the food was ready, people would think it would go in those fast food packages. But instead, it was in plates, silver ware. When she gave it to the homeless person, he grabbed her hand and wouldn't let go. He kept on saying "Thank you, beautiful girl" repetitively. On the way home, the girl asked, "Is there a way to keep in touch with the homeless person?", the mom said, "Yes there is, why?". The way they kept in touch was by phone. Every year, she would call him at least once a year.
Later on, they found out he had cancer. He began to weaken and eventually he died. The girl was there at the funeral with many other people.
It was a touching story to me. I just had to post it here. And it may not sound good here, but it would sound much better if you heard it in person.
So the teacher had a daughter. She was only in grade 4 meaning she as 10. She is an amazing tap dancer and has been to many countries (germany from what they said). She had always wondered what a homeless person was. Like where they live and stuff. The father had to explain to her everything. Later on, they went to a restaurant called the "Spaghetti Factory". While going there, there, they passed by a homeless person. The person had a guitar and a opened guitar case. So once again the daughter asked why the homeless person was there. The father explained to her again.
While at the Spaghetti Factory, usually, this girl would be picky with her food. She liked her food all separated (believe it or not, but there are people like that). Meat Balls with Spaghetti was a no no for her. She would like Spaghetti with Cheese on top. So then while there, she ordered 2 things. Her choice of the picky food, and a plate with spaghetti on it. Had everything. So her parents wondered, why did you order this? She just said, I am just going to give it to someone. She even ordered chocolate cake with chocolate sauce with ice cream. She got water for her and hot chocolate for the homeless person. After, she told them she was gonna give it to the homeless person, the waiter asked "Is this going to be okay?" The father said, I will accompany here.
When the food was ready, people would think it would go in those fast food packages. But instead, it was in plates, silver ware. When she gave it to the homeless person, he grabbed her hand and wouldn't let go. He kept on saying "Thank you, beautiful girl" repetitively. On the way home, the girl asked, "Is there a way to keep in touch with the homeless person?", the mom said, "Yes there is, why?". The way they kept in touch was by phone. Every year, she would call him at least once a year.
Later on, they found out he had cancer. He began to weaken and eventually he died. The girl was there at the funeral with many other people.
It was a touching story to me. I just had to post it here. And it may not sound good here, but it would sound much better if you heard it in person.
