I am somewhat ashamed to admit that because I feel so pressed for time when my son is in school, that when I go to the post office I keep my head down and try to get in and out as quickly as possible. I'm hyper-aware of EVERYONE's needs and I'm afraid I will get sucked in and not be able to take care of the people I'm already taking care of. I'm even more ashamed to admit that when I am at the automated postal machines and there is an older person at the machine next to me, obviously having trouble figuring it out, I hope they won't ask me for help. Today I was at a machine and I heard the older person next to me heaving a big sigh. "Oh no," I thought. Then she turned to me and asked, "Would you help me? I have rheumatoid arthritis and I can't straighten my fingers. Would you insert my credit card into the reader for me? I did it and then I watched her use her knuckles to deftly make her remaining selections on the touch screen. I got up my courage and asked her if she would like to try something for her RA. I pulled out a sample packet and gave her my card and an info booklet. We got chatting and I found out that she has a grandson with autism, and then I was able to tell her about my successes with my son. I mean, really, what are the odds?! In spite of my weaknesses and what I do or don't do, God is AMAZING at getting me where I need to be, with split-second accuracy.
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