A funny thing happened the other day.
Israel came and asked for my car keys. I asked him why. He said he could not look at my dirty car any longer. He was taking it to the car wash.
I have a "dirty" little secret. I have not cleaned my car since I moved to Tulsa! I know. Terrible. But my car is the color of champagne, and I didn't really notice.
In Texas, both cars had to be cleaned and spotless every Sunday. I thought it was a waste of money. But I was overruled.
When I moved to OK, I thought, just let the rain wash it and save money.
I suppose you could say I was being obstinate because I was once overruled about so many things.
There are good men and bad men.
Israel is a good man.
He told me that where you step up to get into my SUV, on the passenger side, there is a plastic tread that is coming off. He said he'd put a screw in it.
I would never have noticed.
But Israel is very attuned to cars. Men tend to like cars.
I have found that usually it is the poorest people who are the most giving.
Last week he mentioned in passing an older woman from his old apartment complex. She had called him and asked to borrow money until her social security check came.
He went to see her and gave her a $100.
Israel does not have very much money. But he did it out of the kindness of his heart.
There are two types of people in the world: The ones that will give you the shirt off their back. And the ones that hold their money and possessions to them like they can take it to the grave.
People come in all shapes and sizes and colors, and speak a variety of languages.
But kindness is a universal trait. Action is the language.
Words are not necessary.