I'll be totally honest with you.
I didn't want to go.
I really, really didn't want to go.
But Mr. Jenny insisted.
So I put on my best 'not too sick' make-up.
And retrieved my favorite walking stick.
The gymnasium was hardly crowded at all...so typical of a small town craft show held in a small town local school.
We moved to this small town a little over a year ago and have totally and completely fallen in love.
And last year we went to this particular craft show and I loved it...so Mr. Jenny decided it would do me good to go again.
I perked up for a second when we went inside the double doors. There is something about the smell of a gymnasium. Memories of skinny long-legged high school crushes always come to mind...along with crepe paper strewn prom nights with those same crushes.
As I limped along with my walking stick, I lost interest, though...crocheted things, sewn things, knitted things...
...I was just not into the whole thing. I wanted to go home.
Then something caught my eye.
It was a small booth set up with all kinds of rocks and crystals.
The man manning (wasn't that fun wording?) the display was intent on a book and didn't look at us at all.
Or so I thought.
When we turned to go (alas, rocks and crystals were not on my shopping list so close to Christmas), the man reached out gently and put his hand on my arm.
I looked at him quizzically. He handed me one of the larger quartz crystals I had been looking at.
I tried to hand it back while saying, "Oh, I'm sorry, I can't get that now. Christmas shopping and all...you know?"
He said, "No, I'm giving it to you."
I was really shocked. I stood there silent for a moment and then asked, "Why?"
"Because you need it." He spoke in a quiet but firm voice and then returned to reading his book.
Mr. Jenny and I walked off slowly. I had the crystal clutched firmly in my hand and was trying not to cry.
"Really? Did that really happen?" I asked Mr. Jenny.
Mr. Jenny was just as surprised and shocked as I was.
We finished walking through the gymnasium while I, all the while, clutched the crystal tightly in my hand.
As we finished I told Mr. Jenny I wanted to thank the man again.
I limped over where he was just as intensely engaged in reading his book.
The title of the book was Healing with Crystals. The mans eyes were gentle and brown.
"I wanted to thank you again," I told him sincerely. "I will pass it along to someone else that needs it when I am done with it."
He closed my hand around the crystal. "You need it. YOU need it. Don't give it away to anyone. YOU keep it with you."
He was so emphatic, I nodded in agreement and limped away.
I've been carrying the crystal ever since.
I don't know if it makes my body feel better.
But it certainly makes my heart feel warm to know how much kindness exists in the world.
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