Time
Teaches a Lesson
A dozen or
so years ago, I was home due to a snow and ice storm. That morning, as I looked
out my bay window, I saw an elderly woman slowly walking with a child. I didn’t
know who she was, but noticed she had a shopping bag. Suddenly she slipped and
fell hard on the ice. I felt bad, rushed to put my coat on, started my car and
went to her aid. I asked if she was alright and she said “yes.” I asked her
where she needed to go, and she said home. I realized that she was a Spanish
speaker and told her that I would drive her home. She lived less than two
blocks from my house. I go out of my
car, opened her door and asked again if she was alright. I told her she shouldn’t be walking on such a
cold icy day.
I didn’t
think about that day until this October, when we were doing a Puerto Rico Food
drive at the Iglesia Pentecostal de Dios. A young man stopped by and made a
cash donation to help the Hurricane victims. We asked his name and he said, I
think, Eric Rivera. He told us that his Grandmother was Puerto Rican but that
she had passed several years ago. He told me where they had lived at the time.
Much to my surprise, I realized that the woman and the child I had given a ride
to a dozen years earlier, on a very cold snow/ice day, was Eric and his Grandmother.
Now you would think that that is all I learned from the young man, but it
wasn’t. He volunteered that his Grandmother was from the same city, Añasco, Puerto Rico, my place of birth. For the past 30 years, I always
thought that I was the only Puerto Rican from Añasco ever to
live in Adrian, Michigan!
As I look
back, I wish I had spoken more to the lady and her grandchild, but I was too
busy just trying to get her home safely, that day. Now, I would like to thank Mrs. Rivera, for
having taught her grandchild about Puerto Rico, and about giving.

