I am nobody

though ...

As I look down the aisle I see you slow, stumble and sit on the side of the refrigerated dairy case.
As I approach and ask if you are all right, you smile and look up telling me you are fine.
As I sit next to you I can see my manager looking at us with concern in his eyes, is there something wrong?
I ask you what can be done to help and you say that you want to sit for a bit and then want to go to your car.
We sit awhile and talk, then I stand and ask for your hand as you rise. I take your arm and we walk to the car. As you enter the car I can see a grimace of pain as you close the door smiling at me through the window. You tell me your daughter will be along soon, and thank me. 
I am nobody, though I care.

Months later your daughter comes into the store to find me. She tells me you are in the car and have asked about me.
I walk out to the car and there you are looking out the window smiling as I walk up. You say hello and we talk...
I am nobody, though you care.

The crash was horrific for you. You lay on the pavement telling me how bad your head hurts. I lay down face to face with you and we talk, trying to control the fear you feel, assessing your injuries, at the same time communicating the facts to the first responders. As you calm and relax we even share an intimate laugh, then the EMT's do their job.
Months later you come back through a class, graduating and tell me you are fine.
I am nobody, though you returned.

As I lift the heavy shovel full of snow I start to feel bitter, why am I doing this? 
To serve you is to serve God. Takes me a moment to regroup as I dig in. It has been what 9 years now? Cleaning your driveway, walk and steps. Why did I start this task? well that's easy, it just needed to be done. There were no expectations just a simple prodding from God. " I gave you strength, go now and serve". I do this because you've realized someone cares without wanting anything in return.
I am nobody, though I serve.

As we drive up it is obvious you have crashed.
Your bike is in the middle of the road, a couple of people standing around and there you were bleeding.
As we talk I figure out what your needs are, then administer the basic first aid that I was trained for. You're missing a tooth, your chin has a big digger in it and you are coherent. Good news. Thank God you were wearing a helmet, though if you would have been wearing a full face, well your face would've been full. 
You are able to tell me a family member is on the way to take you to a hospital. You are standing, eyes look good, I fix your chin and I move your bike from the roadway. A few minutes later your family member arrives and off you go. Latter I learn that not only did you bugger your face you also broke your neck. Glad to hear you are fine, next time don't be distracted by your radio...
I am nobody, though I stopped.

There I was, no place to turn, done, don't want to do it anymore and the damn phone rings, really?
Why did I pick up? Why stop the self pity? Why move on?
You are talking and ask the right questions, speak the right words, how did you know? well God sent you. 
As we talk I come down from my funk and start to relax. 
I am nobody, though you were there.

As I watch the crash it is fast, hard and violent. They move towards you but are not sure. Moving forward I see multiple factors. You are down and out, and they are not sure of what needs to be done, blood on the pavement, and EMT's are on the way. 
The audience, well they are awe struck. Right in front of them a crash. 
The audience is managed and the blood is inconspicuously washed off the pavement, back to class.
I am nobody, though I directed.

As I look ahead the road is obviously slicker than snot on a glass door knob. In the distance the white car starts the ever deadly dance.  The rear wheels want to lead, on it comes. Scanning I see two choices, slow and maybe ditch or a head on. As you sit next to me your eyes widen and look over at me, am I worthy to be your son in law, well let's see what happens. As the oncoming car slides past us on the left and we continue on though, somewhat in the shoulder, you look over and smile, job well done! Well God did the work I was just His vessel.
I am nobody, though I was driving.

Two of us on the track. No one else around and let's just say it's a beautiful day to ride. I was sitting in the pits taking a break from my session watching you ride, but you never came back? At first I was thinking maybe you blew a tire, or went off and you will start walking over the hill at any moment. 
At the track sometimes there is nobody around to make sure you come back, other than a brother rider.
I am prodded by well, you know Who... I jump on my bike Sally, and as I come down the back stretch there you are. Low sided into the corner and down you went. You are down, helmet off and you are let's just say a ghost. You are coherent, eyes are fine but your left thumb is a mess. Yes in shock a 1/2 mile from anywhere but we can fix this. I get you to lie down, feet propped up on your broken bike and off I go to the pits for water. When I get back you are much better, though that thumb is definitely pointing in the wrong direction. 
I get you up, you stand. 
I get your bike up, you mount. 
Your bike starts and off we go to the pits, you and me brother. 
You show balls and tell me you are fine and will deal with your hand telling me you do not need help loading your bike. No worries. Then you thank me for coming out to look for you. 
I then tell you a brother never leaves another.
I am nobody, though I searched. 

As I was rushing into finish what I needed, there they were. The bus was stopped and the two of you were off loading. Best guess at least 10 people you two had to manage up and into the library. 
Frazzled is a great word. 
If you witness it and walk away what are you? As I slowed my pace and figured out what needed to be done, one of you looked at me with a smile and thanked me, a true utterance of gratitude not a platitude.
I am nobody, though I slowed for all of you.

There you are in the front of the store with your usual stumbled crumpled walk and difficult speech. Looking ahead I see a mother walking past holding her daughter's shoulder. The mother looks towards you and pulls her daughter close. I approach you and offer my sincerest greeting. As you look up head tilted and speak, although I am not sure what you have said but I wait and offer my friendship. As you speak again I struggle to understand, though in my heart God tells me what you are saying. You are the same as me, a person moving forward in the struggles of life. I will always take time for you whenever I see you walking around town my friend.
I am nobody, though we are the same.

As you came to the door of our home I could tell something was wrong. You told me that he should not be here and needed to leave. 17 you were. As I walked out the front door there he was, obviously with a few more beers in him than he needed. As the confrontation moved on the swings started and then the offensive language. I deflected the blows and did not return fire. Slowly he realized that he needed to leave and was not welcome here anymore. You started to calm as he left and went into our home thanking me. Lesson learned.
I am nobody, though I would die for you.
 

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