An unseasonably cool breeze moved the Fayetteville trees. As we stopped to admire a stand of purple blazing star pushing through a crack in the sidewalk, a lady pulled to the curb, rolled down her window and gushed, “You’re that writer, aren’t you? I love your blog. You’re so funny.”
I was stunned.
Beyond stunned.
“And that’s Lucy and Annabelle.” She pointed and seemed excited to meet our Schnauzers too.
John and I chatted with her for a moment as though we were old friends.
I went straight home and kept writing.
talya
“No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.”
― Aesop
