Last night I was out with friends. We met for dinner. And drinks. And football. It was fun - and it capped a great day and a great weekend.
Yesterday I did something I didn't think I would ever do. I was a college mascot for a men's basketball game. A good friend of mine works for Seattle University athletics and bribed me (I actually didn't mean much bribing) to be the mascot because the normal person couldn't do it. Umm. Hilarious! Some kids loved me - others looked at me and screamed out of complete terror.
Anyway - after I was Rudy the mascot I went and met up with a few friends. We laughed a lot but there were a few take aways for me. It was an almost empty hot dog bar and about an hour in to me being there I noticed one of the other patrons was a girl I met a few weeks ago. Her name is Julie. When I met her she told me that she had lived in Seattle for nearly 5 months and hadn't met one friend. She hadn't found a job yet and people in her building weren't very friendly. She told me that she went and watched sports sometimes - and hoped to meet people doing that - but she hadn't - until she met me and some of my friends.
I was excited to see her last night. I checked in to see how things were going. She has a few job interviews coming up. She still hasn't met many people from her building.
I talked to Julie for a few minutes and then went back to my friends. I told them about her. One of my friends said that some people try to be nice but it comes across as slimy and maybe there are hidden motives. Another friend pointed out that maybe some people view me that way.
Maybe people think I am fake. Maybe people think you are. It doesn't matter - or it shouldn't matter. It should never matter what people think when you know you are doing the right thing - or a good thing.
There are people around us that need love. People need friends or a random act of kindness. I believe that God uses people - he uses me and you - but we have to have the eyes to see people in need. And honestly, everyone is need of something.
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