Precious Moments
Precious Moments
By Mira Pillar
It was a typical
Monday morning, and my
husband and I were in town on business for the humanitarian aid project we
operate in several Balkan nations. By 10 am it was already getting quite hot. The afternoon was supposed to be even
hotter and more uncomfortable, so we were trying to finish everything on our
to-do list by noon. As we parked our camper van, a beggar
approached us—not at all uncommon here, since millions are still struggling to
overcome the economic effects of the civil war of the early 1990s. We usually
give beggars something—some humanitarian aid if we have any with us, or a
little money—but this time we paid the man little attention and hurried on our
way.
When we returned some time later, he was
waiting for us, unperturbed by our previous rudeness. Since our vehicle has Italian
license plates, he said a few words to us in Italian. When I told him that I
wasn’t Italian but from Scandinavia, he started to speak to me in Danish. My
husband and I began looking in the van for something to give him, and when he
heard us conversing in English, he switched into nearly perfect English. This
was no typical beggar.
He explained that he
was a refugee from Croatia, having fled from the war years ago with nothing,
and that he was homeless. He and some friends were living in the park across
the street. A small gas cooking stove and three stray dogs by his bedroll
testified to the veracity of his story. My husband and I felt terrible for the
way we had treated this obviously decent and intelligent man who had fallen on
hard times, or for having treated anyone that way, for that matter.
The tragedy of war
had brought him and his friends to their present state, but the longer we
talked with him the more we realized that they had adapted admirably well to
their extremely difficult circumstances, living in a makeshift home under the
trees in a park and bathing and washing their clothes in the nearby Danube
River.
We searched
through our camper and gathered some supplies for him and his friends—food,
soap and other toiletries, etc., as well as some inspirational reading
material—and promised to bring them some clothing the next time we came to
town.
How easy it is in our sometimes too-hurried lives to miss those precious
moments when we can do something special for a fellow human being. We all have
much to give others and they have so much to offer us, but too often our
busyness keeps us from receiving that blessing.
Mira Pillar is a member of the Family International in Serbia.
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