Today, I heard a recounting of the biblical tale - the Good Samaritan who helps a Jewish man left for dead, after a priest and a Levite pass him by.
I was reminded of the following - which did not involve any Samaritans or anyone left for dead but a gray pinstriped suit from Bennetton (gorgeous!) -
I was a lawyer in NYC and wore a lot of suits then. This was my favorite. One day, as I walked to work, it was a little warm out so I draped the jacket through the straps of my tote bag.
When I got to the office and looked down, the jacket was gone. All I could think was that it must be lying in the street, getting stepped on and mangled and crying out for me.
I frantically retraced my steps. Back down the elevator, back through the lobby, out the door, back down the street, back to my apartment building (I lived a block away. It was sweet).
I found myself doing a hapless turn at one corner. Where could my little puppy have gone? My poor jacket doesn't even have an identity tag.
Just as I was about to give up, I spotted it - tied carefully and kindly around the pole of a street light.
Say what you want about city folk but there are some people who aren't too busy to do something kind.
Today, I am grateful ~
1/ For Good Samaritans
2/ Especially the ones who care about fashion
3/ And the one who saved my baby.
I'll never know who it was but I pay it forward by donating to Dress for Success.
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