Best Of Momza's House

first run last February 2010.

The Yahoos and I went up to Denver today

to Cherry Creek Mall...

we'd never been there,

no not in the 13+ years we've lived in Colorado.

Never.

The only store I loved was

Anthropologie.

So. cute.

But that's not what I wanna share.

So we're sitting on a garden wall

waiting for some of our gang

to come out of Urban Outfitters

and some of our gang

to come back from the Loo--

when I look down the way a bit

to see a very very elderly man

slowly shuffling his way towards

our end of the Mall.

His steps are teeny tiny baby steps,

his arms are swinging in unison,

as tho he is using them to push him along.

I whisper to Daisie so she can notice him too.

She has been very much a 14-going-on-fifteen-year-old

lately...

you know what I'm talking about:

self-absorbed, curt, whiny, some moments I am

exasperated by her--

I wanted her to see something real--

someone whose struggles

were on the outside

easy to see

and perhaps sympathize.

She watched his motions

as his path crossed right in front of us,

her heart melted,

she said,

"I wonder if he needs help?"

I looked into her eyes

and said,

"How bad do you wanna know?"

She winced for a moment--

thought about it,

then stood up

and walked over to him--

immediately the rest of my yahoos' eyes

were fixed on their sister.

They hadn't heard our conversation

but they had certainly seen the man.

When Daisie got to him,

his eyes lit up

a broad smile surfaced on his lips

and I heard him say to her

request,

"God bless you.

God bless you.

God bless you."

-- in broken english.

And he put one of his arms on her shoulder,

looking deep into her eyes.

He shook his head no

and kept shuffling

until he was outta sight.

When she returned to me,

her eyes met mine

and we both teared-up.

I told her I was so proud of her

and hugged her guts!

She said it reminded her of some show she had seen

where an actor

pretended to need help

to see who would step up and offer it.

I told her it reminded me of the Savior

who said,

"Inasmuch as ye have

done it unto the least of these,

my brethren,

ye have done it unto me."