I went over to Mary's last night. Her husband works for Penndot, and in the winter he works from noon until 8 at night. Unless, of course, the weather's crap. And then he works from noon to whenever. Anyhow, I took salad over, and Mary's Christmas gifts. We just hadn't had time to get together during the holiday. It was a nice evening, a chance to sit and talk. In fact, we talked so much that the scrabble game we were playing took three hours. (Side note: I played a masterful game and whupped her tail. I even used all of my letters on a double word score and nabbed the extra fifty points. But I digress.) Mary said, "You know something's been bothering me since I read it. Did you see yesterday's paper?" I realized that I had not. I'd been up at 5:30, and out the door by 7:30. It had been a pretty full day, and I'd never slowed down enough to read the paper. She pulled it out and read an entry on the police blotter. A 76 year old man had been arrested in the local Walmart. For stealing food.
These are hard times for a lot of people, and the idea that an old man is going hungry right here in our own community was a sobering one. His address was printed right there next to his name and age. There could be mental issues, I suppose, some sort of dementia thing going on. Or alcoholism. But maybe he was hungry.
Mary and I have been friends for pretty much all of our lives. She looked at me and asked, "What do you think we should do? I feel as if I'm supposed to do something." And it came to me. We should do good. People act as if life is so complicated sometimes, but really the answer is simple. We should all do good. And so this afternoon, an old friend and I will get together once again, and we'll get a box of groceries together, and will drop it off. We'll do good. Who knows what will come of it? But we'll do good.