I recently went to a garage sale and met a grandmother (Linda) mother (Heather) and her sons, Caleb and Clayton.
What struck me was the love and gentleness each one of them presented to each other and to a complete stranger. They did nothing but smile and laugh. They were in synch and you could sense how they respected and cared for each other.
I found several items. One was a rocker that I had been wanting for summer evenings on the porch. It was dirty and a very heavy plastic but functioned quite nicely. To my surprise, Heather said it was $1 when I inquired on the “make offer” tag. Wow, how cool is that?
Clayton the younger brother tried to lift it into the van when his older brother Caleb immediately arrived to offer his help. I said in a kidding manner to Heather: “load them both up!” (so they could help me get it out when I got home). Surprisingly, Heather then offered to follow me home and help me remove it from the van! Huh? What a kind offer.
I departed with a “thank you Heather, but I will manage” and then left and drove into a turn-around driveway nearby. I stopped the car and without much thought decided to go back and give a “Fable” book to them. They were very pleased and thank me.
It is I who wish to thank them. Thanks for restoring my faith in humanity. My encounter with this family brought solace and joy to my depleted spirit who wonders from time to time: are there still lovely souls out there? Yes, there are, indeed.
The now sparkling clean rocker holds a lovely pillow. As I sit in the rocker and become engulfed in gentle movement. I smile; remembering where it came from and how lovely life can be… even at a garage sale.