A Christmas Story It was this week, 16 years ago, if my memory serves me correctly, I was a single mom, working 2 jobs at the time, one in a little one chair salon and the other at a gym a few nights a week. It was a struggle just to keep all of the bills paid, food on the table and a roof over our heads. Jameson was the only one I had at home at the time. April was down south with her dad, she would be coming up within a few days. I didnt have any money for Christmas that year, didnt even have a tree. Being much too proud to ask for any more help than I had to, I just prayed for a miracle. The thoughts of not being able to give my kids anything for Christmas was heartbreaking. At work, in the salon, on this particular day, Id had some of my regular guys come in for cuts. One of the men was a business owner and had brought a couple of his employees with him for haircuts before Christmas. They all could tell something was wrong with me, I wasnt my usual laughing, smiling self. Through tears and a shaking voice, I told them of my worries. After finishing their cuts, they all were standing around me, each with their wallets out to pay. The business owner looked at one of the guys and said Give her some money. The boy looked at him and said All Ive got is enough to pay for my cut. I stood there with a perplexed look on my face. (Kind of What are yall up to?) The business owner paid me for his cut, and also pulled a $100 bill out of his wallet and handed it to me. My mouth fell open, I told him I couldnt accept it, but he insisted and said, Go buy your kids Christmas. I started crying all over again, grabbed him up and gave him a huge hug. I couldnt thank him enough for his generosity. I took all of the money I had earned that day, bought some groceries, a few gifts for the kids and I bought a Christmas tree and some ornaments. It was the first tree I had ever had of my own. It was an ugly little thing, but I couldnt have been more proud of it and the gifts I was able to buy for my kids. Every Christmas, if not several times throughout the year even, I think of that day and the generosity of someone I barely knew. I do not remember his name, but I do remember his face and I will always remember what he did for us. Thank you, wherever you are... Thank you and Merry Christmas.
Posted on: Mon, 22 Dec 2014 14:12:55 +0000
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