In A Sea of Brown, Her's Were Blue
Grabbing my bags with my son while exchanging parting pleasantries with the Latino cashier, I walked out of the store into the bright sunlight of this city I call home. The noise from the three lanes of one-way traffic heading West through Little Havana at 3:20pm was not untypical for this area. So much can hit you all at once and little do you realize until you stop to think about it. But amongst the people coming into the store and going past, I heard a firm yet kind voice asking around for some spare change. I hate when these times occur and I truly don't have any cash. But as I fumbled about to make sure I didn't have those two quarters I thought I had in a front pocket of my purse, I had a chance to look this lovely lady in the eyes. And I was riveted. They were blue. Then I noticed what I hadn't before that might have been the reason she got my full attention. She did not have an accent. Her voice was as unaccented as my own. She had dark skin as the warm Miami sun can tan anything put in its way for very long. Her hair was light brown with sun-bleached highlights. And curly.
I apologized for my lack of cash and stepped closer to chat. She was from New Hampshire. She moved to Miami four years ago on a day it was zero degree's in her home town. She simply was tired of the cold. We chatted a little about how we both got to be here in Miami. Sometimes you just know that encounters are not by accident. Time seems to stand still. Nothing else matters. There seems to be an instant heart connection. Even though she has no way for me to contact her - no email, facebook, phone......I was able to find out a general location of where she stays and gave her my phone number. We shook hands and I left with her name. Amy.
This morning I went looking for her with my daughter as we had an hour after dropping my son off at school. We couldn't find her. Both my daughter and I were a disappointed. But we'll look for her again this evening. I wonder what God has in store.
I apologized for my lack of cash and stepped closer to chat. She was from New Hampshire. She moved to Miami four years ago on a day it was zero degree's in her home town. She simply was tired of the cold. We chatted a little about how we both got to be here in Miami. Sometimes you just know that encounters are not by accident. Time seems to stand still. Nothing else matters. There seems to be an instant heart connection. Even though she has no way for me to contact her - no email, facebook, phone......I was able to find out a general location of where she stays and gave her my phone number. We shook hands and I left with her name. Amy.
This morning I went looking for her with my daughter as we had an hour after dropping my son off at school. We couldn't find her. Both my daughter and I were a disappointed. But we'll look for her again this evening. I wonder what God has in store.
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