I Just Have Something In My Eye…

In a world full of batshit insanity, evil motherfuckers, rotten bastards, liars, cheats and idiots, every once in awhile you read a story like this.

Virginia Saenz could hear the desperation in the voice of the telephone message. It was 5 a.m. on the day before Thanksgiving, and the caller, Lucy Crutchfield, was trying to tell her daughter that she’d send money for groceries — but she’d have to miss a mortgage payment to do it.

But Crutchfield dialed the wrong number. Instead of getting her daughter, she got Saenz, a real estate agent from the San Diego suburb of Tierrasanta.

“I know right now we are all struggling,” Saenz said. “Lisa on the phone, she sounded so desperate for her daughter, it broke my heart.”

Saenz did the only thing she could think of — she called Crutchfield back and said not to worry. Crutchfield would pay the mortgage, and Saenz would handle the groceries.

Saenz told Crutchfield to keep her money and promised to take care of her daughter. The real estate agent then called Crutchfield’s daughter.

“I asked her what she would like, what her kids like, and then I felt really bad because she said she only wanted eggs and milk,” Saenz said. “When somebody only asks you for eggs and milk, they are in a really bad situation.”

So Saenz went grocery shopping on Thanksgiving morning with her 14-year-old son in tow to tell her what kids liked to eat. They bought food for a Thanksgiving dinner and enough groceries to get Crutchfield’s daughter through the end of the month — her next payday.

She said the act of giving made “the day special for me.”

“I helped somebody,” Saenz said Friday. “I think it’s what anybody would have done.”

I love how this one decent person believes that anyone else would have done the same thing. I don’t think so, but that there was one person who did…that’s enough for today.
Now I have to go see about getting this eyelash out of my eye. Making the screen all blurry. Damn eyelashes.


2 Responses

  1. wow, I am a fucking cynic, but when I read “…The real estate agent then called Crutchfield’s daughter” the first thing I thought of was “how did he know her number?”—-feel good thanksgiving media hoax!

    • She called Crutchfield’s daughter because she hit LAST CALLER (or *69, or used that high-tech call display feature) and called the mother first.
      After speaking to the mother, and telling her to hang onto the mortgage payment, she obtained (from the mother) the phone number for the daughter.
      I’M THE FUCKING CYNIC AROUND HERE…and apparently the only one with rudimentary reasoning skills, you cranky, Grinch bastard.
      And the real estate agent was a she. I hope your turkey was dry and your gravy full of fucking lumps.

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