I watched her cross the street, wondering when she had last seen the beautiful sky. She was hunchbacked and riddled with arthritis. She rummaged through the garbage can, taking any treasure she could find to add to her grocery cart. I made my approach, introduced myself, as once again my heart broke, especially for this older woman who lived on the street most of the time. "What could I bring you next time I am in town?" I asked. "Socks, please, and maybe a few new long skirts (size 14) with pretty flowers on them." she replied. But don't let the flowers be too big or too small was her request. So, socks will be added to my list along with blankets and books. I'll also be looking for that perfect skirt for Ms. McCoy. This encounter made me so grateful for the small things I often take for granted. I did not take her picture that day. I was content with just the pleasure of the divine appointment.
