Friday, March 15, 2019

Falala Bucket

Art of Life Tarot ~ 6 of Coins

My dad was a good samaritan sort of guy all his life. 
In the early 70's, on the way home from work there was a wreck right in front of him. He stopped, the parents were dead, there was a little boy who survived. Dad pulled him out, wrapped him in his coat and they sat and waited for first responders. Back then, someone had to stop at a shop or house and call for help, it took awhile. 

That wait with that little boy haunted my dad for years. I've often wondered if the boy had any memory of the day at all and if he ever wondered who that man was, who wrapped him in his coat and then his arms and was just, there. 

Giving can come with a cost, it isn't all putting anonymous coins in a falala bucket. 

2 comments:

  1. Thank you for sharing your Father's story.

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  2. What a kind father you had. I bet that boy does remember his compassion.

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