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A story about why I love my husband (well, one of the very many reasons):
Two years ago we moved to a much poorer part of town. Lots of people thought we were mad. We've loved it. But there's a lot more visible need. We get people ringing our doorbell all day long, begging...
Two years ago we moved to a much poorer part of town. Lots of people thought we were mad. We've loved it. But there's a lot more visible need. We get people ringing our doorbell all day long, begging...
Some, I think, are legit. Others are definitely chancers. We'll give to everyone once, and then evaluate. We don't give money, but we buy food and give whatever we've got in the veggie garden. If people sell the food for drugs, that's on them, not us. On Sun, the bell rang...
I was out in the backyard with the cats, so my husband answered. He called me to say there was a lady begging for money, saying she'd been robbed. Ever suspicious, I asked why she wasn't asking to use the phone and why she was going door to door, wanting money...
"Tell her you'll take her to the police station to report it," I suggested, figuring she'd bail if it were a con. But she gratefully accepted. So he drove her there. She told him her story on the way. She works in our neighborhood for two weeks, then heads home for a weekend...
She gets paid before she goes home, and she was on her way to the taxi stop, when two men held her up at knife point and took her money and phone. She'd been walking around for four hours trying to get help and money to get home...
My husband offered his phone and she called her uncle to let him know she was okay. He could hear how relieved the person on the other end of the phone was, which solidified his belief that she was legit...
Sadly, the police were unhelpful, saying she couldn't file a report if she didn't know the men (
). But she tried. And then she asked if my husband could drop her at a taxi point and give her the fare to go home. By this time, it was dark. He was worried she wouldn't be safe...
). But she tried. And then she asked if my husband could drop her at a taxi point and give her the fare to go home. By this time, it was dark. He was worried she wouldn't be safe...
So he called her an Uber and waited with her for it to arrive. It cost more than R500 because she lives about 40min away, but he said he couldn't in good conscience leave her alone in the dark after the trauma she'd already experienced...
He saw her off and came home, that tracked her trip and called the Uber driver to check she'd arrived safely. She called from her uncle's phone 5min later to thank him and let him know she was safely home.
If she played him, that's on her. But I don't think she did. I think the poor woman suffered trauma that's tragically common in our country. My heart breaks for her. And that's what I love about my husband - he is genuinely kind. And he will do what he can to help anyone in need.
Someone once drove into his car with their old wreck of a car, which was damaged for more than his vehicle. He towed them home, then dropped them off at the special event they'd been on their way to when the accident happened. He is kind down into his very soul. And I adore that.
Also, he lets the kitten sleep like this.
(C'mon. You knew there'd be a cat buried somewhere in this thread, didn't you?)
(C'mon. You knew there'd be a cat buried somewhere in this thread, didn't you?)
