The Universe Is Trying To Tell Me Something

This is a story in three(ish) parts.

As some of you might know already, two weeks ago I helped save a dog from getting run over.

I was the first car stopped at a light on Fountain, which is two lanes each way (which is also east/west street of the Fountain and Fairfax intersection, after which the Afghan Whigs named a song). I looked out to the right and saw a small dog on the curb. It was stumbling around and, at one point, threw up. It then continued to stumble into the street and in front of my car, with no sign of stopping.

The light turned green and, obviously, I didn't move. The dog was headed for the next lane and at this point I realized that if I didn't get out and stop him, he was liable to get run over. Thankfully, the guy in the car next to me had noticed the dog, too. We both put our cars in park and got out -- the honking had already begun. It actually didn't last too long, though, as the cars behind us realized something was going on when we both got out of our cars.

We tried to get the dog to turn around on its own, but it wasn't having it. So the other guy picked the dog up and we headed to the curb. The guy put the dog down and went back to his car, which was perfectly fine. The problem is that there was nothing stopping this dog from going right back out into the street. So while the other guy left (and freed up a lane of traffic, at least), I hung out there with the dog, preventing it from going anywhere, and trying to find somewhere to stick it so that it couldn't get into the street.

A woman two cars back from me suddenly yelled out "I'll take him! I'll take him!" This was music to my ears. I picked him up and headed towards her car. She got back in and opened the passenger side door and I stuck the little guy into the passenger seat. The woman said she'd take him to the vet, and I pointed out that he had tags, although they didn't say who owned him, just that he had all his shots.

Last week I went to Whole Foods. On my walk from where I parked to the store, I pass a couple of homeless men (as happens in Los Angeles). One of them stopped me and, after a bunch of stammering, finally found the courage to ask me if I'd buy him some food. I told him I'd be right back, went into Whole Foods, and got him a turkey sandwich, chips, and water.

A few hours ago, I was at the gas station, filling up my car. Two women and a little girl in a stroller were headed down the sidewalk in front of the gas station. The one woman was older, maybe late 40's, early 50's. The other woman, who seemed to be the little girl's mom, was probably in her early/mid-20's. I saw the older woman nod in my direction and say something about "water."

The younger woman came up to me. She explained that she is living paycheck to paycheck and that she went to her job today, but her check wasn't there like it was supposed to be. She said she's raising her daughter by herself because she left her abusive husband. She said she just wants to get her daughter some juice or water.

I told her I didn't have any money and was using my card to buy the gas (my debit card, to be perfectly honest). As a bleeding heart liberal, this is something of a standard line. I very rarely give anyone money because I don't know what they'll do with it. I will, however, buy them food. She asked me if I could buy her some juice or water with my card.

We went into the gas station and I told her to grab something. She picked out a bottle of apple juice. I bought it for her, she thanked me, and went back to her little girl and her friend, who also thanked me.

My life has, for the past year (and more), been much more difficult than I ever would have predicted. I could go into details, but I won't, because that would undermine the entire point of this. Because while every day might bring me closer and closer to living paycheck to paycheck, I don't have a small child that I have to raise by myself. And I'm not a homeless man trying to work up the courage to ask someone to buy me food. And I'm not a sick dog, stumbling into traffic.

So, yeah -- maybe the universe is trying to tell me something. It's probably a good idea to listen.