Knock Knock Who’s There?
A short and true story:
This past Halloween we seemed to be all but abandoned by children. Most of the houses on one side of the street had no lights on and my side of the street has lots of trees. I prepared my bowl of candies and set aside the treats for those kids who are sugar adverse or diabetic. It had been an amazingly sunny warm day and when 5pm rolled around it was still fairly light. No one came knocking on my door.
At 6:30pm, my partner came in the door and reported that down the hill from us and a few streets over, he had walked past numerous groups of children enjoying the adventure and the costumes. Then suddenly the barking of Zip and a knocking at the door. 6:45pm and our first trick-or-treater had just arrived. I grabbed the goodies; my partner snared the pup and we opened the door to a rather tall man. A man with a bandana over his nose and mouth, a black felt hat; dark clothing which was covered by a long black raincoat stood on the porch. I was taken a back as he said in a deep resonating voice, “Trick or Treat.” I said you are our first guest this evening and stretched out my offerings suggesting he also take a glow stick as he had no flashlight. His hand delicately took a small package of candy and then the glow stick and placed it in the bag. He tipped his felt hat and said, “Thank you mam.”
As he left my partner said, “That was strange.” And I replied that I thought I should have offered some of our warm soup and carrots as the fellow looked hungry, maybe homeless? Or was that the costume? About 15 minutes later about 5 more children and their parents presented themselves at the door, all small and delightfully costumed; even later the UPS guy delivered my next book for review and I shared our treats with him also and then we were done with guests for the night.
My mind started trying to figure out the man on the porch. It was amazing all the thoughts that raced into my frame and I want to share them with you:
- Tall man who looks hungry
- Delicate hand
- Father trying to trick or treat for child who could not?
- Teenager not ready to give up this practice – big for his age?
- Someone checking out our house for possible later break in?
- Foster child of our neighbor’s daughter, but not on a school night coming 2 hours for grandparents?
- Fellow from the half way house down the street?
- Pleasant eyes
- Someone who took our license plate number from the big city trip and was checking out who were?
- Gang member of a break- in ring – like the one that was stealing in Seattle but lived in Eugene, Oregon?
- Did he go to every house?
- He was hungry and just taking care of a need?
- Delicate hands.
I shared my thoughts with my daughter who had experienced a tough day of teaching and thought I was nuts and just wanted to go to bed.
I found out that he had visited the music teacher next door also, and she noted that he looked hungry also so she gave him a whole handful of her treats. She had about 7 treaters because several of her piano students made a special effort.
I decided that my mind was too active and that these were thoughts that were just growing out of control. I would check my security lights and make sure all were working, and then I would just bless our house and keep it safe and open to all guests. Welcoming.
I still wish I had offered him some of our warm soup. He did look hungry.
Who do you think was at the door? Why was he trick or treating?
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