I Am So Blest!
I recently told a nephew in New York, that I wouldn’t be posting this story for awhile. But I changed my mind and thought this would be a good one to start the new year. I have a handful of stories that are very special to me, and the following true story is one of them.
Working downtown in a large city gives a person the opportunity to see all kinds of interesting people. From the little guy with no arms who sits on the sidewalk rocking back and forth all day collecting money in his shoe, to the big guy who yells at the top of his lungs “Root Beer!” every time he sees a soft drink ad on the side of a bus. But one day I met an old lady who was not only interesting, but special…very special.
As I was leaving a bank during my lunch break, this little old black lady walked up beside me and said something about being “so blest.” Now I’m a large white male and she could not have weighed more than ninety pounds soaking wet. I noticed people kind of glancing at us. I was big–she was small; I was white–she was black; I was young–she was old. What a contrast; no wonder people noticed us!
I said, “Hi”, and asked her why she was “so blest.” She looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Son, I am so blest because the Lord always sends people to help me.” At that comment we had reached the exit doors of the bank. I stepped forward to open the heavy glass and brass door for her, but it was stuck. I had to give it a healthy shove to get it open. Then I thought about what she had just said and I looked back at her. She just smiled and said, “I am so blest.”
While walking to her bus stop, she told me about the other day when it was real windy and she was afraid to cross the street. The wind was so strong that she knew she would be blown to the ground. She said when the light changed to cross the street she just decided to trust the Lord and go across. At that very moment, an extremely large woman stepped right in front of her blocking the wind, so she followed that lady right across the street. “I am so blest” she said, “I am so blest.”
As we arrived at her bus stop, she told me she was 87 years old and the Lord had helped her so that she didn’t need to use her walker. She said she does “totter” now and then, but the Lord always takes care of her. “I am so blest” she said. Then her bus pulled up, and I stepped inside to help her up because the coin machine was about three steps up. As she was putting her money in, I said good-bye and turned to step out of the bus.
Suddenly I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and turned just in time to see the little old lady standing bolt upright falling straight backwards towards the steps and street. The bus driver was frantically trying to reach her but couldn’t. From where I was standing, I just put out my arms, caught her and set her right back up in a standing position. She never looked back, but just started walking to her seat saying, “I am so blest, I am so blest.”
As the bus pulled away into the traffic, I just stood there and marveled. She really WAS blest, and now, so was I.
“How precious is your lovingkindness, O God! Therefore the children of men put their trust under the shadow of Your wings.”
Psalms 36:7 –The Bible
Copyright © 2009 by William D. (Nick) Nichols