by Jim Sexton
Yesterday my friend Niki was driving home and noticed a man sitting alone with bags on his feet. He didn’t have any shoes and he looked in pain to her. He wasn’t panhandling but she needed to check on him. He said he had lost his shoes because they were worn out.
Niki went to Fleet Feet in Essex Junction to buy him some shoes and socks. She was denied entry because she refused to mask up, but the employee sent someone out to talk with her. Niki explained what she saw and just wanted to help the man.
A few minutes later a man named Tim came out with new shoes and some socks. He asked Niki what agency she was with. Niki explained she wasn’t with any group she was doing this on her own.
Tim gave her the shoes and socks but wouldn’t accept any money. Tim thanked her for stepping up.
Niki then bought some food and water and brought this all to the man named Jacob.
Niki could have passed by, she could have stopped trying when she was denied entry at the store, she didn’t. She kept trying because someone needed her.
And because of her, Tim saw there was a need and he could help.
I drive by people all the time who carry signs saying they can’t find work or need help.
Niki noticed something different, and she did something I may not have. Because we are facing so many trials right now.
Niki is too, but something compelled her to step up. And because she did, Tim also saw the need. Now a man has shoes and socks on his feet instead of plastic bags.
The Hands and Feet of God.
Literally.