Weighed down and feeling a bit discouraged this past weekend, something beautiful happened on a lowly street in Mexico City.
“Would you lend me a hand?” she
asked, as we approached a busy intersection on our way to Teen
Challenge.
Rolling her portable shopping cart to the tianguis last
Saturday, she hardly seemed like a woman who needed
assistance; she practically glowed with energy, kindness, and joy.
“Where do you live?” she inquired.
“Where are you from?” she kindly asked. “How amazing you can
speak another language,” she admired.
What a
gracious soul, I thought.
As she wrapped her arm around mine, she
beamed brightly. “It's a beautiful world we live in. Don't you
think? We are all brothers and sisters, no matter where we are from.”
When we arrived safely to the other side, our new friend offered a grateful “Gracias.”
“What's your name?” I hurriedly
asked, not ready to let her go.
“Luz María,”
she replied.
How appropriate, I thought.
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