He was an old Indian Angel
It was a rainy night in Leesburg, Fl.
At a bus station in town.

I watched a young girl weeping,
As her baggage was being brought down from the bus.
It seems she had lost her ticket while changing buses In the night.
She begged the bus driver...not to leave her behind, Where she knew no one and could not see a sign of Any help in her sight.


The driver had a face of stone,
And his heart was surely the same.
Losing your ticket is like losing cash money, he said to The girl, and then he left her there in the rain.

Then an old Indian man stood up!
As he blocked the drivers way.
He would not let the driver enter the bus before he Said what he had to say!


How could you leave that girl out there
Have you "no God to fear?
You know she had a ticket.
You can't just leave her here.
You can't put her out into a city,
where she doesn't have a friend!
You will meet your schedule,
But she may meet her end!

The driver showed no sign that he had heard any of His words, nor did he care about the young girls Problem, or how her travels fared!


So the old indian said,
"For her fare I'll pay!
I'll give her a little money
To help her on her way.

He went and bought the ticket,
Then he helped her to her place.
He put her baggage back up into the overhead Luggage space.


How can I repay you,
And for all the kindness you've shown tonight?
We are strangers who won't meet again,
A mere thank you doesn't seem right.

The old indian man said, What goes around, comes Around.
This I've learned with time.
What you give, you always get back.
What you sow, you reap in kind.


Always be helpful to others,
And give what you can spare.
For by being kind to strangers,
we help Angels unawares.


Author Unknown to Me
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