Sometimes people are more than nice.
They may not even be friends of yours. You may know them but not well. They may have met you only in a professional capacity.
And disappear from your life.
And then reappear.
Several years ago two parents came to me to see if I could help their child in a professional capacity. They retained me and the saga began.
They requested my services several times. And I always did my best.
They made monthly payments to me. They never forgot. But sometimes my services would be needed again before they had finished paying for the previous engagements.
Last month, the last payment came in. I was so happy because it meant that the child had not been in need of my services for a long time.
The child violated the terms of his probation.
I called the parents to see if the child was alright.
The mother and I talked for a long time. They did not need my services right now but she needed a sounding board.
During the conversation I told her of my impending retirement and she asked me what I intended to do with my time.
I told her about my (up to now, unfruitful and frustrating) search for a weaving loom that I could afford. She asked me what kind of weaving I intended to do and I told her.
And she says:
"I have a weaving loom. Would you like it?"
If I hadn't been sitting down, I would have fallen down.
How much? I asked.
"no, do you want it? I want it to go to a good home."
Ok, now I AM on the floor.
Today we drove to her home and picked up a 36" Harrisville, four shaft, six treadle loom.
Now that may not mean anything to you but to me it is a dream come true.
Her child has return to old ways and there is nothing I can do for him but she is kind enough and gentle enough to give me a dream.
There are amazing people out there. In places that you would not expect.
And I learned something. (or was reminded of what I had already learned)
It all matters.
What you do. What you say. What you think.
It will re-enter your life.
And sometime bring you presents.
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