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I'm pissing people off and your giving out smiles, in true Rebecca fashion.

I do understand that urge/need to write. Paul on the other hand may not be so understanding if I don't get something done around here soon.

Beautiful gesture, from a beautiful spirit. I would expect no less...(Hugs)Indy

Oh, gosh, working to eat 2 times a day. I remember when I couldn't afford to eat more than 2 times a day (my DD ate whatever she needed); that's not enough. I hope that they give her some meals, too. Bless you. I never have a $100. bill, but usually, most of us, can give and or do SOMETHING. Mary, and her granddaughter substitute. Wonder where her actual granddaughter is today, and if she realizes how her grandma is doing. Hugs, Rebecca:)

oh that is so sweet.
i can just imagine the look of surprise and shock that was on her face. what a wonderful gesture, from you. i love the elderly. everything about them makes me smile. you were her angel that day.
bless you :)

That is just awesome!!! I wish that I could afford it. I do know what you mean by the writing affliction. I have it too. Sometimes it wakes me out of a dead sleep...

As pen and notepad get regular workouts on this front, I know exactly what you mean.
I may not be blessed enough to afford the $100 tip, but the gift of time and conversation do go a long way in my world. And I imagine that the little waitress you encountered treasures your conversation as much as the extra cash.
Your sharing is true inspiration.
Hugs, Leigh

I agree with Leigh... as much as I am sure she appreciated the money, I think it was probably the company and conversation that she will remember most.

What I love about the story is the way the writing attack (you wrote "decent" instead of "descent" but that is in fact what you ended up meaning!) turned out to lead to something more important than the words that came out on the pages you filled.
The story about the story became the story.
Magic.

Wow, you had a hundred dollar bill in your wallet?!

Totally kidding. What a lovely thing for you to do, and just as you will always remember her, she'll always remember that tall lady who was writing a novel and getting all jazzed up on Diet Coke. ;) Sometimes the most rewarding encounters are random ones.

My writing attacks usually happen when I've woken partway up during the night, and an idea is in my head. Then it starts doing laps in my brain, and I'm lucky if I can go back to sleep.

Beth

Rebecca Anne,
You have a heart of gold.
I know the feeling you get when you put a smile on someone's face. Thanks for sharing.
David

Your soft spot for the elderly is totally awesome.
jm

And I have a big hug for you!

Dee

Through coincidence,God chooses to remain anonymous.

Suddenly stricken with the urge to write, you are guided to place that in hundred years you would never stop at. You are connected with a soul whom you have encountered a thousand times in your past...
The Angel emerges....

You left with a greater story than you entered with
LOVE & KINDNESS is author!

This world is blessed to have you in it!
Wishing you the warmth, that you so easily give to others!
Hugs! Marc :)

Beautiful entry Rebecca. Like any inspiration we must strike whilst the iron is hot . . . be it painting, writing, or leaving kindnesses little surprises for people we are inspired to do so for. We are the Saviour's hands . . . Bless you sweet friend.
PS. I still have the note you sent to me and I cherish it.

Excellent (again)... what a fabulous piece.

My Muse loves to ride in the car. She always speaks up while I'm driving, however I usually don't stop in the first cafe I see. From now on, I will reconsider.

Wonderful gesture...know you made lady's day, week, etc.

Thank you for sharing. You have the gift. Thank you...thank you.

B.

I found you through your comment on my blog and I like yours a lot. Where you have a soft spot for the elderly mine is with the kids.

I have to admit that I do not have the money to hand out such a sum but my hubby and I give what we can afford. Still, the most valuable gift anyone can make (doesn't cost a fortune either) is showing interest in another persons life. Especially elderly people have so many stories worth telling and they do it so freely (with a lot of wisdom hidden inside) that it would be a waste of time not to listen.

Keep following your heart,
Cat

It truly is more blessed to give than to receive. We might not all have a $100 bill we can wrap up as a gift, but we all have SOMETHING we can give....a smile, a meal, a hug, a place in line.

I must say that was a very nice thing to do. I wish I could afford to do something like that. I'm sure she will be repeating her version of the story over and over for some time to come. You are an inspiration and heck, all Indigo does is piss people off, just borrowing a piece of her comment to be funny here. Have a good weekend beautiful.

I will have to remember to pull over and write the next time I get the urge because by the time I get the chance I am out of the notion...lol...wishing you a good weekend...I have done the 100 bill thing 3 times in my life time...to broke to do that now..but know that is why I have a roof over my head and some place warm to lay...big hugs to you...you are such an awesome person in my books..hugs,TerryAnn

That was very kind of you. Maybe that "writing urge" happened for a reason. (((HUGS))) *M*

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Rebecca...I love your story and I know that is one Grandmother that will never forget you.You made her entire day a joy to be living.
With your gift of money and your conversation with her..too many of our aged are discounted and live very lonely lives.
I too am an old one..Grandfather 6 times over and Great Grandfather 2 times. May Creator bless you richly for you generosity.

Bob

Checking in to see if you have the world safely under control. Yup. Uh huh. Just as I thought. All safe and sound. No mayhem found here. Only inspiring beauty, and I would expect nothing less from your lovely soul.

Judith Ann/jtuwliens

You might not have wings, but you are certainly an angel.

I'm a bit torn by what you said. I understand the notion that an elderly person shouldn't be working to make ends meet, but I know that, when I get to that age, if I don't have something that FORCES me to interact with the world, I'll fade away and never be heard from again. Maybe it isn't such a bad thing she's still working, otherwise, how would she get to meet people like you?

Fred

Thank you for reminding me that the world isn't all anger and confrontation. Thank you for giving me a positive reason to cry.

You are my Hero of the day.

(and your writing is good too.)

I stumbled across your blog from a friend's blog. I'm way behind in catching up, and I'm still trying to find some people who were evicted from AOL Journals. I clicked on yours, since a lot of the people I knew there have changed the name of their blog, thinking you might be someone I knew. You weren't, but I stayed anyway. I have had that boulder crash down on me, but I've never pulled over. I'm usually on my way somewhere, so I keep a notebook and pen in my car! I write at stop lights, in the parking lot at work, and even walk around work with a post it pad in my pocket when things come to mind that I just have to jot down (needless to say my computer table at home is a sea of multi-colored stickies!)
I enjoyed your last entry, and if you don't mind I'm going to stop by again. Very interesting stuff!
Joyce

Rebecca what a lovely thing to do. I wish more people were as caring as you are about our older generation. Heck, I'm almost there myself..abiet kicking & screaming lol. In past years I've worked with several much older people, who have amazed me with their work ethic, loyality and staminia. God bless you for being who you are and true to yourself,...love Sandi

A wonderfully touching story! I love the writing attack part and can so relate! Bless you for your kind gesture to that elderly woman! She's probably so grateful and will be telling that story to whomever will listen for months to come! Lisa

You are even more wonderful than I already thought you were. ~ Lori

And so you discovered your real purpose in stopping at this cafe was not to write, but to have this spiritual interaction with the elderly waitress. Lesson learned. It's true, that writing leads us into places we do not expect, and often into places dark and unknown. I think you must be a very intuitive person to follow your instincts like this. Before I started teaching, I followed all those writing urges like you describe here. I never went anywhere without my composition book and pens. When I go on vacation, I still take a canvas bag filled with any writing and drawing implement I might need. I just like being prepared so I can respond to whatever is happening. I love your story/entry, btw. Kudos to you, Rebecca Anne!