It never happens at a convenient time. It never even happens at a somewhat convenient time. But to refuse…well, that’s usually not a good thing.
Our Sunday afternoon get-together had ended. Although Hubby and I had greatly enjoyed the gathering of friends, we were very tired from the pre-work of cleaning the house, preparing snacks and munchies, and clearing away snow to make room for parking.
As we put away leftover food and gathered up folding chairs, we decided to end the day with a relaxing evening — watching a DVD and a cozy fire in the fireplace.
But my phone rang before I finished clearing the table. The hospital had a NODA vigil that evening and needed me to sit with a patient for several hours.
I reluctantly said yes to the vigil and goodbye to my relaxing evening. Why does the opportunity to help someone always pop up at a bad time?
Then I wondered if there ever is a “good time” to lend a hand to another? Probably not. And if I waited for the “right time” it’s doubtful I’d ever help anyone.
That evening I completed my two-hour watch. And, no surprise here, I received way more than I gave. Strange how it usually works that way.
My conclusion…if I’m ever too busy to help out a person in need, I am definitely too busy.