Gift of Tears

I planned to spend Saturday at my hometown Homecoming. We planned to host a "table" (mini-reunion), but of course, the rains poured down. Several people did meet, first in the rain, waiting under a borrowed canopy (along with other visitors and workers), then at a visiting classmate's hotel. It was good to see them, and I was thankful that they even considered meeting.


Most people had at least heard from me in the last year though my classmate email newsletters. However, one person that I had not seen was one who visited our area last year as a friend of a classmate, and he also volunteers there. He seemed friendly and out-going in a rather tough-sounding way.

Shortly before our classmate group left the canopy for Plan C (classmate's hotel), he walked up to me, close to my face, and quietly asked how I was. He said that his friend had told him a little about me last year, and if I ever felt like someone was thinking of me, that he was. There were tears in his eyes.

What a dear person. He had only met me once before, a year ago, and he showed such caring. What a tender-hearted compassionate gift!