Touched

This will be a short post but it is about something meaningful. At least it was a meaningful moment to me.

Tonight when rehearsal ended I was determined to leave the building first so I could find a parking spot at the commons. As I rushed out the loading dock door I saw out of the corner of my eye a woman standing with her face to the brick wall and her hand up to her mouth. The woman turns out was one of the hispanic custodians for Regent. As I rushed through the door she turned and with with a breath said "Thank you Jesus!" and rushed to grab the door handle before it closed. You see, at regent the doors lock as you exit them, in most areas you have to have key card access. This woman was standing facing the brick wall praying that someone would open the door because she had locked herself out.

Sometimes its as if even in passing moments my heart can take up a lot of information even feel what others are feeling just by having a deep understanding and compassion for people. As she turned to quickly catch the door I turned as well to try and catch it. She got back inside. :)

But for the moment after this spilt second of interaction I felt like I wanted to cry. My heart just felt for her. She was scared that she wouldn't be able to get back in the building which has its consequences. I was touched by her faith and her praise. That moment caught my heart. I want to know her. I want to be friendly.

I think also being of hispanic background I connect easily with the people on campus who are hispanic. Or those who speak little english. I try and make conversation and form a somewhat relationship with them. I feel as if they are just looked past and ignored because of their job. I love to interact with them. They remind me of my Abuelita and Abuelito :)

That's all. I was touched. Funny how my heart works, that 5 seconds could impact me for the night.