This week’s story is right out of a fabulous blog that I follow, The Kindness Blog. I’m submitting the story as it was written, in the 1st person, by the person involved.
I was in a really bad three-car accident a few years ago where a drunk driver ran a red light and hit another lady and me – the other lady died. This couple who had been leaving the Mosque across the street heard the accident happen and came running to help. It was cold out and I was just sitting on the side of the road shivering and cold.
The lady wrapped me up in her coat and put her arms around me and just sat there with me, thanking God over and over that I was OK, until the paramedics got to me. It was one of the worst nights of my life, but this woman made it a lot better.
Keep in mind, this happened in the southern United States. Mosques do tend to be rather controversial around here, which is one of the reasons I try to share this story whenever I get the chance because that lady embodied loving thy neighbor as well as anyone I’ve ever known.
The care offered by a stranger doesn’t have to come from someone who practices the same religion we do, is the same color as we are, nor of the same country of origin. When care is offered, and received, what matters is that it was there. Now, isn’t that just fabulous?