One Sunday when I was driving out of my neighborhood, I saw an old man waving me down as I passed by. I slowed down but didn't stop because I didn't know him. He was carrying a cane and didn't speak English too well. He kept rambling on about something, and I thought he was saying that he needed a ride to his church. A short while later a car drove by, and the couple said that he lives in our neighborhood and they know him, and gave him a ride to his church. I thanked them and explained that I couldn't really understand what he was saying. So, last Sunday I saw the man again. I was going to give him a ride to his church, but he said a friend was on his way to pick him up. I apologized for the last time, and we started talking for awhile. This old man is outgoing, dresses very nice, and is a distinguished looking gentleman. His church is theEgyptianchurch down the road, and I mentioned to him that I went to their festival last summer and it was fun.
My mom was fascinated with the Egyptian culture, and really felt connected to it. She even visited there in her 70's.
So, the next time I see the old man in the neighborhood, I won't hesitate to give him a ride. : )