I would make a good vigilante. Well that is not completely true…a partially good vigilante. A possibly good vigilante? Ok, okay; vigilantes and good cannot coexist–at least they would not coexist within my person. But I can attest to the fact that I do love it when good prevails and within my fantastical perspective, which I am indulging within this writing, the vigilance committee makes no mistakes while righting the wrong of another. Thus, it is always good (do I really need to remind that this is fantasy, not reality? Well there it is, the reminder, just in case one of you reading wanted to jump on that last statement as if it were rooted in truth.). And with a deep sigh of relief…sigh, sigh, sigh…I can tell you that today I was privileged to experience the good; no vigilanteism required.
As written in my previous post titled, “Choosing My Stride”, my friend and her children were in peril as a result of violence within their home. I am happy to say that she and the wee ones are in the loving, and extremely adept, care of Human Options (humanoptions.org). Their safety is secured and the process of healing has begun. Within the chaos of the last several days, there was one aspect of calm that came alongside us and whose presence brought forth such good that I am still blown away by it at this moment.
The calm force, ironically, was the high profile criminal attorney (also mentioned in the last post). Without so much as a dime in his pocket, he invested time, energy, expertise, and his connections toward assisting my friend and thereby her children. The result? Today we received word that the district attorney rejected the case against her due to the complexity of the domestic violence circumstance. This victory came without a signed contract, without a verbal agreement for payment, and in full knowledge that funds were not on hand. And with today’s news, no funds are needed. Case closed. Again, as mentioned above, my loved ones are now fully able to focus on healing.
When goodness crosses my path, I feel as if I am bubbling over inside myself with joy. I honestly feel giddy, as if I have been granted access to something extremely special. As a result I want to express my elation from the roof tops (or tree tops, or any tops for that matter), “I have met a person of quality; a person with integrity; a person who exhibits generosity; a person who cares!” It is not that I do not know and dwell in the company of such people, I assure you I am blessed to say I do. And to them I give the same accolades, and for them I thank G-d daily. But in the last several days, and most specifically today, I was privy to be witness to the good in action–the selfless, generous gift from a stranger. A stranger only because the introductions are fresh. Though with the bond of fighting the good fight between us, a new alliance is formed. And indeed I am proud to say I know this person. He is a good man!
For the first time in six months, in regard to the circumstance of my friend and her family, I can truly breathe. The vigilant Rivka is not needed, of course it never is. Gratitude abounds and joy leads to a peaceful slumber. Hallelujah and an Amen.