LEFTOVER BUSINESS

Sometimes

its even possible

to participate

in another person’s

magical moment

as a third-party observer

Not long ago, I was stopped at a busy intersection in Mission Hills.  Out from behind a building, and waiting to cross the street in front of me, appeared a couple around thirty.  Being lunch-hour, the box that the woman was holding I took to be leftovers.  As they stopped at the corner, the woman kept glancing back over her shoulder, and would then say something to her hubby, who was, at the time, completely consumed by his phone.

The woman then abruptly disappeared around the corner and out of my view, only to reappear moments later, this time without her leftover container.  She excitedly said something to her man, who afforded her not even a turn of his head.  She glanced again back up the street, looked at him, back up the street, all the while quite excited about the whole affair.  My guess was she had offered her leftovers to someone out of my sight that needed them more than her.

What was most precious was the look of excited expectation on the face of the woman.  She had the countenance of a five-year-old that had personally made a gift for her mom on her birthday, and could barely wait for mom to open it in her presence.

Even though the woman was not directly responsible for what was inside the box, she was responsible for dispensing the gift, and the gift of JOY was all her’s.