The Story of Moses and Moses.
We have all heard that no small act of kindness goes unnoticed. Truth be told if you depend on getting a return as being the only reason you act kindly, you'll probably end up evicting you generous heart rather quickly. Not because we don't get a return for even the smallest act of kindness. Rather, because the return may not come for years or we may never see it at all.
Most often, we don't even link a return as being the result of an initial act of kindness. However, ever now and then, something happens that is too coincidental to be coincidence. It is in those moment that we are reminded of the interconnectivity of the universe.
This is the story of Moses and Moses and one of those times when something was too coincidental to be coincidence.
The cat in this picture, along with three small kittens were discovered by our officers after they were dumped on the side of the road in a basket one evening last year. Now, in the area I work animal control will not come out after hours unless it is an emergency. The abandonment of some kittens did not fit the emergency criteria.
So I had two options, leave the kittens on the side of the road and hope for the best.
Or through some innocent deception request a county report number thus allowing me to act as a surrogate for animal control, load the kittens into my car and drive them to the emergency vet clinic myself.
I went with option two.
The three small kittens stayed politely in the basket during the drive to Southside Savannah. However, the small cat in the photo hopped in the front seat with me. For most of the ride he rode in my lap with his front paws on the steering wheel peering out of the windshield, like a toddler sitting in his Dad's lap pretending to drive.
When I got to the clinic, the vet tech told me the cute little kittens would assuredly be adopted and the juvenile cat "might be" as well.
As I was walking out the door to the clinic pondering how many days it would be until the cat was available for adoption and how I could explain to my wife coming home with a cat, the vet tech said, "Oh LT, I almost forgot. For the paperwork, where where they found?"
That's when it hit me. I stopped and slowly said the name of the road my officers had found them, "Saltcreek". I then added, "In fact, if it helps with the adoption potential, my officers named the juvenile cat Moses, because we found him in a basket in the middle of a river." Technically, there was a river near by the road, and technically the road was named after a body of water.
Let's just say that was my second innocent deception of the night. The vet tech said, "Oh wow! Yeah I'm sure he'll be adopted with a story like that!" I smiled, said "Great" and left the clinic. I later found out, Moses the cat did find a home.
For years my wife had talked about wanting a French Bulldog. Now, If you aren't familiar, French Bulldog puppies can easily cost $3,000 to $5,000. The expense of buying a French Bulldog would explain why I said my wife had "wanted" one for years and I had not already been talked into us owning one.
In spring of this year, my wife excitedly told me that she had discovered a two-year-old French Bulldog. Evidently, someone found out after they shelled out $3,000 to $5,000 they weren't dog people, wanted to sell him. She went on to say the owner only wanted $300 for him.
While I was running through my mind, a now shrinking list of reasons of why we didn't need to buy a French Bulldog, my wife showed me a picture on her phone of him, and said, "Isn't he cute! His name is Moses."
It is times like that, in which I am reminded that God has a sense of humor. Needless to say, Moses is now a member of the family. My two boys now have a dog their size to play with and my wife finally got her French Bulldog.
So sometimes the return we get isn't the return we expected. However, some instances are too coincidental to be coincidence. Like the time I found two Moseses a new home.