charity food bank delivery YSJB 2022 April

Strange angelic encounter of a kind!

Yayasan Suria JB (YSJB) – Strange angelic encounter of a kind!

Delivering food banks to our clients is an on-going affair, nothing special, indeed we do about 30 to our ‘permanent’ clients monthly with another 8 to 10 “one-off” clients.

Usually, we shall call them beforehand and they will be waiting eagerly for our arrival. But this incident today(12/4/2022) was a bit unusual.

I called, HP was ringing but to no avail. Since, food bank(including chicken and fish) was with me, I went to her house in Taman Daya, JB.

It was about 4.15 pm, sky was dark and heavy rain was about to pour. The front gate was padlocked, house main wooden door opened with grilled metal door locked. I called and called – no reply.

Desperate, I shouted as it was already raining. No reply, I played around with the main gate, trying to unlock it, somehow managed to open it, I was wet then from the pouring rain.

Ran to the door, saw a frail lady in a wheelchair in the dark, she spoke, I could hardly hear, I told myself to be patient, she could not even move forward to help me to take the keys to open the grilled door.

The ‘goodies’ were still in my Toyota Hilux left on the road side in pouring rain.

I kept on telling myself ” Be patient and figure a way out” how to open the door to bring the ‘goodies” in, especially the chicken and fish which were easily perishable.

She kept on pointing towards to door but I didn’t have the keys. Quick thinking: It must be somewhere near the window panes. I bent my hands, felt around from place to place.
Yes, found just one key. Tried and hurry!

It unlocked. She was still at a distance away, I asked permission to switch on the lights, it didn’t work.

I rushed to my 4WD, made 3 trips in the rain and put the fish and chicken into her fridge first.

Done and requested to take a pic with her, she obliged. Soaked, I wanted to leave as I have 2 more families to go and I told her, I shall lock up before I go. She gestured me over, told me in a faint voice that she was waiting for her daughter to come home from work at 6.00 pm.

She clasped her hand, gave me such an ‘angelic’ look, full of thankfulness and gratitude that I shall always remember. Few words spoken, hardly audible but her face and body language tell all.

Her face will always be on my mind!

Just when I was writing this, a friend sent me this story of “something like remembering some faces.”

Read on ………….

*”I want to remember your face so that when I meet you in heaven, I will be able to recognise you and thank you once again.”*

When Nigerian billionaire Femi Otedola in a telephone interview, was asked by the radio presenter, “Sir what can you remember made you a happiest man in life?”
Femi said:
“I have gone through four stages of happiness in life and _finally I understood the meaning of true happiness.”_
The first stage was to accumulate wealth and means. But at this stage I did not get the happiness I wanted.
Then came the second stage of collecting valuables and items. But I realised that the effect of this thing is also temporary and the lustre of valuable things does not last long.

Then came the third stage of getting big projects. That was when I was holding 95% of diesel supply in Nigeria and Africa. I was also the largest vessel owner in Africa and Asia. But even here I did not get the happiness I had imagined.

The fourth stage was the time a friend of mine asked me to buy wheelchair for some disabled children. Just about 200 kids.

At the friend’s request, I immediately bought the wheelchairs.

But the friend insisted that I go with him and hand over the wheelchairs to the children. I got ready and went with him.
There I gave these wheel chairs to these children with my own hands. I saw the strange glow of happiness on the faces of these children. I saw them all sitting on the wheelchairs, moving around and having fun.

It was as if they had arrived at a picnic spot where they are sharing a jackpot winning.
I felt REAL JOY inside me. When I decided to leave one of the kids grabbed my legs. I tried to free my legs gently but the child stared at my face and held my legs tightly.
I bent down and asked the child: Do you need something else?

The answer this child gave me not only made me happy but also changed my attitude to life completely. This child said:
_”I want to remember your face so that when I meet you in heaven, I will be able to recognise you and thank you once again.”_
What would you be remembered for after you leave that office or place?
Will anyone desire to see your face again where it all matters?