A bright young 21-year-old was just driving along when she noticed disabled veteran in a wheelchair. What happened next was the unexpected push of a lifetime. As soon as she saw the man, she got out of her car and walked right up to him and what transpired in the next few minutes what life-changing for sure.
The young lady, Morgan Wheeler, asked the aging veteran if he needed help moving. He insisted the answer was no, but she pushed the man anyway. With no chance of him fighting back, she helped the man get into the store that he was heading for. During that short time, they talked about each other’s lives.
You might think it was her who helped push him to a place he needed to be, but it was really he who pushed her to a better place in her life. From the first push they instantly bonded and she helped him do his shopping. She then helped him get home by calling a taxi and she even purchased a few extra items. For a man who served his country, this was the least his country could do for him.
She later shared the incident on Facebook to encourage people to help each other. Her post received over 170,000 shares and her story has reached even more people than that. Just imagine all that kindness going around!
“Morgan Wheeler believes she found her angel outside a local Walmart.
The 21-year-old from Fayetteville, West Virginia, met a man who was struggling to cross the street Wednesday. Once she spotted him, she felt the urge to get out and ask if she could assist him, but the man, who she believes is in his 60s or 70s, said he didn’t need any help.
That didn’t stop her from insisting on wheeling him into the store. As they walked, they found out about each other’s lives. She told him about her nephews and horses, while he mentioned that he’s a veteran and had just lost his wife.
“He was very grumpy at first, but you could tell he was a proud veteran,” Wheeler told TODAY.com. “I really wanted to help him so I pushed through his comfort zone a bit.”
He handed her a grocery list with four items on it: peanut butter, soup, bananas and bread. After picking them out, she asked if he needed more basic items, such as milk, eggs or butter, and he said he was worried he wouldn’t make it home without them going bad.
Once she heard how he wheeled himself all the way to the highway and hitchhiked with a trucker to get to Walmart, she immediately called him a taxi and bought him the extra items.
“He started crying when I placed a gallon of milk in his cart,” Wheeler said. “That’s when I knew I had really helped him.”
She went home and posted the story online, hoping to inspire 300 of her closest Facebook friends at most. Within hours, the post skyrocketed and now has more than 170,000 shares***.
“I’m so glad the post has touched so many people,” Wheeler said. “There are far too many people like that gentleman who need help and I want to encourage everyone to help others. Trust me, it will be a very humbling experience.”
Her original post stated:
“I walked out of Wal Mart today and got in my car. As I began to pull out, I had to wait for a man in a wheelchair to pass by. As I watched him, I noticed that he was missing his right leg from the knee down and was wearing, what appeared to be, old, government issued, combat boots. He was (from my guess) in his late sixties/early seventies and seemed to be stopping to take a break. He had not realized that I had started my car and was attempting to pull out, so when he saw me, he waved in an apologetic manner and rolled forward three more times and took another break. I backed up my car the inches I had previously pulled forward, put it in park, turned off the engine, and got out.
I walked up to him and introduced myself. I asked him if I could assist him with his shopping today, and he, quite grumpily, said that he was doing just fine and was not getting much anyways. Me, being as stubborn as I am, insisted and proceeded to push him and tell him a little about myself. He interrupted me and said that he only needed help to the door, to which I picked up where I had left off before he interrupted me. I told him about Fayetteville, and my horses, and my nephews (I had parked a good ways away from the doors). And when I reached the doors, I continued to push him and talk. We reached the produce area and I asked him to tell me about himself. He reluctantly looked at me and began telling me that he lived in Sod- Lincoln County, and that he just recently lost his wife.
I asked him if he was a veteran, to which he replied that he was- but with pain on his face, so I changed the subject and asked if he had made a shopping list. He handed me a list with only four things on it: peanut butter, soup, bread, and bananas. So we began shopping and I continued to talk… hard to believe- I know.
Once we had gotten the items he needed, I asked if he needed the essentials: milk, eggs, butter. He told me that he might not make it home, without them going bad. So I questioned how he got to the store. He told me that he did what he was doing in the parking lot until he got to 119 and then hitch hiked with a trucker to the parking lot. So I called a taxi for him and grabbed the essentials plus a few other things and put them in the cart. After placing a gallon of milk in his cart he was crying. People were passing by us, looking sideways at him. I knelt down and asked him what was wrong and he replied, that I “was doing far too much for an old man that I barely knew.”
I told him that where I am from, and from the family I was raised in, we help one another, no matter the task and that I had never met a stranger. I also told him that he deserved everything I was doing for him because he fought for my freedom and sacrificed so much. We made it to the check out line and I paid for his groceries, against his request. When we got outside, we waited for the taxi together. He thanked me over and over again and appeared- to me- to have been in a much better mood than when I found him.
When the taxi arrived, I helped him load his groceries and wheelchair into the taxi and asked the driver to take him home and help him into his house with his groceries. I gave him the only cash I had on me- $44, also against his will. I told him thank you for his service before closing the door. Tears formed again and he thanked me one last time and said, “God bless you.” I returned to my car, and could not help but cry. This is the world we live in today.
How many people passed him and would have continued to pass him while he struggled? How many people are willing to give their money to Vanity Fair to read all about Bruce Jenner and not help a veteran pay for his groceries? Today was a truly humbling experience for me, and I consider myself extremely blessed to have the capability of understanding what is truly important in this world. THAT man was a HERO, and far too many will say otherwise.
I am sorry that this post was so long, and if you have read it to this point, I hope you are as humbled as I was. God bless the men and women who have fought for our right to view the wrong people as heroes, and thank God for the people who know better.”
When was the last time that you helped someone in need? What about doing a small favor for someone? How about buying someone a cup of coffee or tea? Maybe one day someone will do something nice for you and you’ll remember this story and pay it forward.
For me, just keeping my mouth shut is enough to make my wife have a good day, so I’m off to a great start already! All jokes aside, let’s all reach out to someone in need and lend a helping hand.
Perhaps we can all add a brick to Donald Trump’s great big beautiful wall, but don’t ask me to fill out your immigration paperwork!
Ok, enough jokes.
Let’s all have a good day!
*** UPDATE her post has over 650,000 shares at the time of this story being published.