It was just the sort of bad luck that happened to Doris. Personally, I happen to believe that luck plays a minor role in what happens to us and that most of the bad luck or good luck that happens is more about choices we make than it is about luck. Having said that, however, I have to say that for my sister Doris, if it weren't for bad luck, she wouldn't have any luck at all. She has been Joe Btfsplk in the comic strip of her life.
"Yeah, right," my sister thought, "What's the catch? What's in it for him?"
I mean, a lot of us are good people. A lot of us quietly participate in random acts of kindness on a regular basis. But this wasn't just a RAK, at least not in the way I think of a RAK. This wasn't watching a friend's child for a few hours, or bringing a meal to a friend who's recuperating, or offering a ride to a coworker. Good deeds we do for people we know.
Oh, and did I mention that Gene and Shelly were not an old retirement couple with nothing to do. This couple was young, in their mid-forties.
First-hand, we learned about trust.
We learned about having faith in someone's words.
We learned about true charity.
These perfect strangers will always have a place in my heart as living angels and good Samaritans. They left me with a resolve to be a better person to those around me, even to strangers.
They reinforced my belief in the Golden Rule and how awesome the world would be if we all lived by these simple, simple words:
Here we are, three goofy sisters:
|Doris, Donna, Darnell|
And here is a picture of the sunrise I captured through the window at the airport on the day of my departure for home.