9: Blue Eyes

9: Blue Eyes

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Miracles and More

Blue Eyes

I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way, we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value.

~Hermann Hesse

My family and I often feed the homeless in our community. It actually feels more like spending time with friends. We hug them, give them something to eat and drink, and sit and talk with them.

We hadn’t been doing this too long when we met a tall, thin gentleman I refer to as Blue Eyes. His blond hair was turning gray, and his eyes were as bright and piercing blue as the summer sky. Blue Eyes smiled a lot. Even when he was crying, he would smile. He knew that what he was doing on the streets was wrong. His addictions had taken hold of him, and he couldn’t pull away, though he never failed to let us know how thankful he was for us.

Blue Eyes was a business owner at one time, married to a beautiful woman. But his wife got sick, and he used all his money for her treatment. When she died, not only did Blue Eyes lose the love of his life, but he was also out of money. Then his beloved dog passed away. Sometime during all that heartache Blue Eyes turned to drugs and alcohol to numb his pain. His life became a downward spiral, he lost his home, and he ended up on the streets.

On one particular Sunday afternoon, one of the guys he shared the streets with advised us that Blue Eyes was sick and needed help getting a prescription filled. When we mentioned this to Blue Eyes, he put down his head, ashamed to make it seem that he had to ask for help.

We learned that he had esophageal cancer and various other ailments. His prescription would cost sixty dollars — an amount that he didn’t have. We assured him that we would get it filled for him.

Walking away from him that day, I wondered what we had just done. As much as we loved spending time with our homeless friends, the amount of money we were spending on the food and snack bags made our budget tight. We kept on week after week, trusting that God would make sure we had all we needed. But sixty dollars extra for a prescription? I didn’t see how we were going to pull that off. Something told me to just have faith, though.

We went to the pharmacy and dropped off the prescription to be filled. Because we were aware of the addictions among the population we were dealing with, we made sure to discuss the situation with the pharmacist, who confirmed that the medicine was legitimate and not associated with any type of street drug. Then he confirmed the sixty-dollar price.

We left with the confidence that everything would work out. We didn’t know how or when, but we knew that God would see to it that we would be able to afford this prescription when it was ready.

The very next day, walking into work, I saw an envelope on the ground. It was folded in half and looked as though it had been stepped on a dozen times. I kicked it aside, but then I felt guilty for not picking it up, so I turned around and went back to throw it in the garbage.

As I picked it up, I decided to open it. I felt my legs go a bit numb, and I had to lean against the wall when I saw what was inside. There was only one thing in that envelope — a $100 bill.

~Michelle Blan

More stories from our partners