Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Donations


The holidays were coming. Streets and parking lots were filling with cars as people rushed about, laden with bags and packages.

From opening until closing time each day, Marty stood ringing his old bell in front of the big department store. He wore the same old thin coat, mismatched gloves with holes in the fingertips, and huge unmistakable smile. It was hard to gauge how old he was; he somehow seemed timeless.

Marty had done this for so many holiday seasons that people remembered him. He remembered them, too. Marty liked people. People would come by and wave or call to him. He never failed to greet each person, calling them “Friend” and wishing them a happy holiday. Even when some people ignored him, pretending they didn’t see him, Marty would smile. He knew they were busy; they had things on their mind.

Sometimes people would ask him how he could do it day after day, no matter the weather. He always responded the same. He liked being useful, collecting donations for needy people. He could take the cold for the few weeks of the season, because he knew he was helping others.  He knew some people had less than he did. He had clothes and food to eat at the shelter. He had enough. He also had time that he could share. It was his gift to others, he said.

As the weeks went by, Marty continued to ring his bell as he paced back and forth on the icy pavement. However, he looked more tired and cold each day. His age was catching up with him; it was becoming obvious. His regular donators, his “friends” as he called them, noticed and showed concern.

One evening, just before Christmas, a van pulled up to where Marty stood. Grinning and waving, he realized it was a group of his “friends”. The people got out of the van, carrying things as they approached him. One person put a hat on him, as another helped him into a warm coat. Someone wrapped a scarf around his neck, as someone else handed him warm gloves. 

As Marty stood stunned, they brought a folding chair out of the van. Setting it up near Marty’s donation bucket, they told him to sit, as they eased him into the chair. Finally, someone handed him a cup of hot coffee. As tears rolled down Marty’s face, they told him for all that he gave to others, it was their turn to give to him. 

Story: McGuffy Ann Morris
Image: Google 


21 comments:

  1. 'sit and enough'. wonderful warming story.

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  2. Great story. Makes one stop and think too.

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  3. This is a wonderful story, Mrs. Mack. At the college a lot of us would volunteer to ring the bell for a few shifts which was very rewarding. Our Chancellor was on the board and he always promised a group of volunteers. We obliged, not only him but the Army, ourselves, and mostly those who were to benefit from the donations.
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  4. Awwwwww this is so lovely!! A perfect story to warm the coldest hearts! Thank you! take care
    x

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  5. That's beautiful :) A very heartwarming ending :)

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  6. So heartwarming story. I loved it!

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  7. Many passers by do not see these collectors for charity but ignore them. It was so good that you wove your story around one and showed that they are just like you or I.

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  8. What's is the short hand for you made me cry? You know LOL is for laugh out loud. MMC? Anyway thanks for the wonderful, heart warming story.

    Mary-andering Creatively

    Mary-andering Among the Pages

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  9. A heartwarming story of generosity coming full circle.
    Thanks for this.
    Hugs,
    JB

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  10. Great story! Reminds me of some people that I know, very heart warming!
    : )

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  11. Oh Annie, what a beautiful story! I truly think this is one of your nicest ever! I can see that you put your heart into this tale, in fact I could well envision you as one of the people stepping out to offer Marty some kindness and warmth. You have such genuine care for God's lowliest... both people and animals. This story touched my heart, as I'm sure it did everyone.

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  12. I love the way Josie told you how much she loved this. It did feel real and true. I wanted to hug him, too!

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  13. Awww....my heart is full my friend. beautiful and moving. God Bless those who give their Time -- they give of themselves.

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  14. This is such a beautiful story! I am all teary eyed.

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  15. Thank goodness for the Marty's of the world and those that support them.

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  16. That's beautiful! I got tears in my eyes reading this, McGuffy Ann. Thank you. :)

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  17. What a wonderful story. As I began reading I was hoping it would turn out just the way it did. There are good people in this world as your story shows.

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  18. Well, you were right ... I couldn't read it without shedding a tear ... a few tears. Brings to mind times when people did care and notice and do for others. I pray those times return, they seem far away now. Beautifully written and a window into the kindness of your heart ... Loved it ... I had to read it more than once.

    Andrea @ From The Sol

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