I met Harold some ooooh… 20 years ago. Harold is about 45 now physically but he is really about 10. Harold has a sweet and gentle soul and he is always looking for ways to bless people. Even when they do not want to be blessed.
Today I found Harold at the Credit union where I bank. He had been there just long enough for security to call for back up. Somehow Harold had managed to get through the electronic security door and was busy depositing his bags of blessings throughout the offices both populated and not.
He was just starting down the row of tellers when armed security made their appearance shouting commands which Harold ignored because he didn’t think they were shouting at him! But then they grabbed him and he cried “OWWW! You are hurting me! Why are you hurting me?” in his child like voice.
I intervened and was taken into custody. I know how to talk louder than the guy bellowing commands: “He is mentally challenged. He doesn’t understand what is happening to him.” Finally one of the Bank managers stepped up to the plate and order returned and I was uncuffed.
I went to Harold and explained that he was not allowed in here. Then Harold said, “I was just giving them some holiday blessings” and he handed me a bag that was filled with red and green and white squares of paper and each one was the hand written note on the one side it says “Jesus loves you’ and on the other side ‘God bless you’. Every bag— all 40 of them— had 10 squares of paper in them and all were hand written.
I looked at the security leader and said, “Pretty dangerous stuff huh?” He turned and walked away. The manager took all the bags and said she would pass them out at the end of the day.
When asked how he got back in the secured area Harold just said that an Angel opened the door for him. Of this I have no doubt.
I took Harold home and as we were driving he said “Am I gonna get grounded for this?”
I shook my head and said “No, God doesn’t ground His messengers, he blesses them.”
Then we went and got Harold’s most favoritest food: ice cream with sprinkles.
Note:This is not a photo of Harold.