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The day was warm and beautiful beyond words. The birds were singing, and the sun was shining as if to say “Hello” after having played Hide N’ Seek behind the clouds the entire day before. I felt that it was the ideal day to get out and do a little something fun with the girls. It was going to be a surprise.

I told my daughters to get in the car, and we started on our merry way. Being the curious little individuals they are, I soon heard, “Where are we going?” Not wanting to ruin the surprise, I simply told them I had some errands to run, and we’d be home in plenty of time for them to play outside before it got dark that evening. What they didn’t know was that we were on our way to ride go-carts. We had been once before, and they loved it, so I decided it would be a real treat to take them back as soon as possible. That particular day was perfect.

We had the windows rolled down and the music turned up, and we were all singing along with the song that was playing on the radio. We didn’t have a care in the world. It was a wonderful moment. We were halfway to the go-cart track when I saw her – a little old lady sitting beside her mailbox, which was only about five or six feet from the main road that I was traveling along at the time. I assumed that she was taking a break from messing around in the yard, and seeing how I have a soft spot in my heart for little white-haired ladies, I smiled a big smile and carried on to my intended destination.

Then it hit me – the feeling that something just wasn’t right. I looked in my rearview mirror, and I couldn’t fight the overwhelming urge to turn the car around and go back. I found the first safe place available to turn around, and I drove the mile or so back to where I had seen her. As I approached her, I realized that her car was sitting at the end of her driveway. That didn’t make any sense to me if she was just working in the yard as I had initially thought.

I pulled into the driveway directly across from hers and told my girls to stay in the car. I waited for the traffic to clear, and I ran across the road to where she was sitting. I said, “Excuse me ma’am, but is everything ok?” She looked up at me, and I noticed a confused look on her simple face. She continued to tell me she had stopped to check her mail after pulling into her driveway a few minutes earlier, and while standing at her mailbox, she lost her footing, falling backwards on the hillside where she sat. My heart was awestruck.

I offered to help her up, but she conveyed her concerns about me trying to assist her to her feet alone. She stated that it was much easier to do using two people, but I assured her that I would do my best, as I was the only one there to offer assistance. About that time, I noticed another woman walking up to us from the other side of the elderly lady’s car. It was another passerby who had stopped to see if everything was ok. I quickly explained the situation to the new lady, and she and I promptly helped the elderly woman to her feet.

She seemed to be fine. I didn’t find any injuries, although I noticed she had debris cluttering her hair. I gently removed the leaves and grass from her hair, and I brushed the dirt off of her clothes. I asked time and time again if she was ok, and she insisted that she was. I offered to help her into her home or to call someone to let them know what had happened, but she refused. She stated that she would be fine, and she thanked the other lady and myself for our help before getting in her car and driving the distance of her driveway. I watched her get out of the car and enter her home before I ever turned to leave.

The other woman said goodbye and walked back to her car. I turned and waited for the traffic to clear again, so I could cross the road and rejoin my waiting children. I got in the car, and my daughters asked if everything was ok. I assured them that everything was fine, and I looked in my rearview mirror once more before we left. When I backed out of the driveway, I was pointed in the direction of home (Since the girls didn’t know where we were going, they weren’t disappointed, and they were happy to avoid “errands”). This little event had changed my plans; for my mind was no longer on go-carts. It was preoccupied with thoughts of the little old lady.

How long had she been sitting there? How many people had passed by without thinking to stop and ask if she needed assistance? Had the other woman and I not stopped, how much longer would she have been forced to sit in that spot and wait? I just couldn’t shake these thoughts from my mind. We returned home in time for the girls to play outside before dark, and I passed the time by doing some much-needed housework. No matter how busy I got, the day’s events kept replaying over and over in my mind.

That little old lady touched my life in a way I never could have imagined. She has crossed my mind numerous times since that day. Anytime we travel that same road, I always find myself looking at her house as we pass by, hoping to possibly see her outside, but I never have. It’s as if that one chance meeting was all I was supposed to know of her. I never even got her name.

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Angel_N_Motion

Mar 13 @ 8:33PM  
I’ve often wondered if I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Was I meant to pass by at that very moment, sort of like a beacon in her moment of darkness? Or better yet, a guardian angel? Who knows? All I do know is that I walked away from that experience with a sense of fulfillment in my heart, and I haven’t been the same since.

Thank you for reading…

Angel
bchill

Mar 13 @ 8:52PM  
MAN, WHAT KIND OF ......
bchill

Mar 13 @ 8:53PM  
WHY DON'T YOU GO AND VISIT HER?
bchill

Mar 13 @ 8:53PM  
AND WHAT'S UP WITH THE TITLE?
SxzeNewMe

Mar 13 @ 9:03PM  
Hon, that was a beautiful and touching story...the second one today that someone has told me. Thank you for sharing. You, my dear, have good Karma! Angel in Motion is right!

bchill, I believe the title is referencing the fact that this blog is different than many of the blogs that are typically posted.
Angel_N_Motion

Mar 13 @ 9:09PM  
bchill :

First - I don't go visit the woman because I don't know her. Seeing how she's elderly, there's a good chance that she wouldn't even remember me or the aforementioned event anyway. It was something that left a lasting impression on me, so I decided to blog about it, nothing more, nothing less.

Second - I chose the title of the blog because this particular story is different than many of the erotic tales that are written on this site. I was using "color" in a figurative sense. The title came to mind, and it stuck. I liked it, so I used it. Sorry it isn't more interesting.
bchill

Mar 13 @ 9:18PM  
GO TAKE HER SOME GROCERIES OR SOMETHING. YALL CAN GO HAVE LUNCH WITH HER. SHE DIDN'T WANT YOU TO CALL SOMEONE BECAUSE SHE DOES NOT HAVE SOMEONE TO CALL.
DeDe54

Mar 13 @ 9:32PM  
Gorgeous story babe, its things like that, that make us human. I would have done the same thing!!!! Thank you for sharing it.

Kudos!!!!!!!!!!!!!
girlcountry

Mar 13 @ 10:41PM  
Thanks Angel for a story of a "different color" !!


slips you a shiny green thing
LookingAround68

Mar 13 @ 10:51PM  
This is excellent, Angel. Your words are beautiful no matter the subject.

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