We stopped in the candy store yesterday and stood in line behind a woman in a motorized wheel chair. Her mouth was stuck open and her hands curled over like tiny scrolls. The girl at the counter asked what she wanted and when the woman answered it was as though she was speaking underwater. It didn’t stop her from asking about the dark chocolate or the cinnamon sprinkles. And we all waited, rapt and focused. She got her wallet out of her purse using only her wrists and handed the whole thing to the girl who took out a 10 and then put the change back into it. The whole exchange took about 10 minutes but I would have waited 40; it made me so happy, not proud of how kind and patient and trusting everyone was with each other, or ashamed for feeling condescending or lazy, but happy because we all liked chocolate.
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