Friday 27 November 2009
An Encounter
On the way to the station this morning (on foot of course), I passed a small round West Indian lady, who emitted a kind of yelp. I gave her a mildly inquiring look and she told me not to worry, she was just glad to be alive. She'd woken up this morning full of the joy of it, and, though she hadn't a bean in the bank and no idea what she was going to do with the day, she rejoiced in being up and about in God's world. I applauded her sentiments. She was especially bucked, she told me, laughing, because someone at Mitcham Junction had kindly given her two cabbages. She showed them to me - one large cabbage, one small - in a plastic bag. I congratulated her and shook her cordially by the hand. She went on her way rejoicing, and I strode off, warmed by the enounter, to catch my train. We all should rejoice, and often - why do we so seldom have the heart for it?
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Answer: Because we so seldom get given two cabbages at Mitcham Junction.
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ReplyDeleteSo rare is it, in London anyway, to come across anyone rejoicing in just being alive, that it is truly shocking when you stumble upon it as you did Nige. Your post reminded me of a simple pavement passing I was part of a few days ago, the cavalry twilled & viyella'd old boy just lifting his head slightly, his eyes meeting my gaze, and a sweet smile batted over to me, forcing the scowl from my face. What a shock it was.
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ReplyDeleteNice experience to share, some times we find such situation in our life in such places where we don't expect to get situation like this.
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