I didn't know the type of man I was dating, until one warm spring day we stopped for a quick lunch at a Taco John's on our way to do some errands. We ordered our food and were sitting at a table making small talk with each other and my daughter Kenna. I could tell that Kelly was distracted by a disheveled looking man sitting at the picnic tables outside the restaurant. It was obvious that he was homeless, looked like it had been quite some time since he had a good shower or clean clothes. Kelly kept looking at this man. It was pretty early in our dating relationship and so I could only guess what was running through his mind at the time. I wondered if his protective instinct was kicking in and wanted to make sure Kenna and I were safe.
It was just a few minutes later, without saying a word Kelly got up, went outside and struck up a conversation with the clearly homeless gentleman. They spoke briefly and then Kelly returned inside, walked up to the counter and it finally hit me, Kelly was ordering the gentleman a meal. Kenna, who was still sitting at the table with me, asked what Kelly was doing. A little choked up I told my impressionable daughter that I thought Kelly was ordering the homeless gentleman a meal. Kenna quickly suggested that she give the man one of her tacos that she ordered because she had ordered a couple. I knew in that moment Kelly had touch Kenna as well and made a strong impression on her regarding our ability to give to others.
This memory is something I think about often. That is just a small example of how Kelly constantly gives to others. He is the guy that stops and helps the helpless driver stranded in the middle of the road. Once he even stopped to help a Wal-mart employee pushing a long train of carts up a rather steep hill because it was obvious the employee was struggling. I am no longer shocked when he stops and takes an opportunity to offer a helping hand to the unsuspecting man or woman. I am just proud to call him Hubby.
Those of you who know me, know that I haven't had social media until recently for quite some time. I got back on facebook simply for this project. Not but minutes after returning to Facebook, I came across a picture that immediately saddened me. I got a little choked up. A friend of ours had a picture of himself holding up a sign requesting a kidney donor for himself. Our friend needed a donor who was O+ or O-. I knew Kelly would want to know how our friend was struggling, and I simply showed Kelly the picture. Neither one of us said anything again about it. I know it weighed heavy on my heart and imagined it did for Kelly as well. It wasn't but a couple of days before Kelly approached the topic of donating his kidney. He had been doing his own google research on what it would look like for him to donate. Kelly's blood type is O+.
That is how it all started. Every step of this journey my heart has been filled with my own desire to look for opportunities to give to others myself. If Kelly can offer up a kidney so easily, why is it so hard for me to give up my time, a listening ear, or little bit more love to those in need? I couldn't be more proud of my husband and so hopeful for my friend Chris, who is more than deserving of this gift to gain a better way of life.
Stay tuned as I plan on trying my best to give the story justice and share it with as many people as possible. This is a wonderful example of humanity at its best. I could only hope to continue to grow to in my own journey to give just a little bit more of what I have to offer.