He made our day!
My friend and I finally managed to get together at a shady table outside the Almaden Roasting Co. and catch up on each other’s lives. We looked at vacation pictures, compared notes on Butchard Gardens, commiserated about our kids, shared some funny–and not-so funny–stories from our teaching experiences. We remembered how comfortable we are with each other. And how much our lives overlapped.
Soon we were damp-eyed, and maybe a little sniffly, as we talked about some challenges that were present in both our lives, discovering that many parts of our stories were identical. It was all very cathartic…and damp-tissue-y.
A young man emerged from the coffee shop and went to his car parked almost in front of us, only to get out and approach us. “I didn’t hear exactly what you ladies were saying,” he told us, “but I was wondering if * could buy you a cup of something. Maybe it would help?” We declined and thanked him, and he drove away.
We smiled after him and commented almost in unison, “There’s hope for the world.”
As long as strangers are concerned about other strangers, Love lives on in this weary, jaded globe of ours. And as long as Love lives, so will Hope.