Saturday, May 20, 2006

Needed

I often wonder about my purpose in life...what's my role?

I was at a workshop this afternoon and just returned home a little while ago. I was invited to join a group from the workshop for dinner at Harmony House but a little voice in my head said "go home".

When I arrived home, just as I was pulling into the driveway, a young boy wiped out on his bicycle a couple doors down. I ran to help him and brought him into the house, had him lay down on the couch and grabbed my first aid supplies, cleaned him up as best I could and called his parents. He's probably going to need a few stitches and was more worried about being where he wasn't supposed to be, but basically he's ok and I can rest assured that he's safe with his family and being looked after.

It feels so good...so rewarding, to be needed...