Life on a sailboat changes me. I develop appreciation for things usually taken for granted: flush toilets, bathtubs and clean laundry. Oh, the laundry!
Sitting on that bench was like sitting in a Norman Rockwell painting. The surroundings were peaceful and simple. People laughed and smiled. And except for the occasional biker – America seemed to be enjoying a slow, lazy afternoon.
“Your taxi should’ve been here by now,” Bill commented.
We had waited over an hour.
A few minutes later, my husband, our laundry and I drove off in Bill’s beautiful white convertible. The joy was short lived, however, because the Laundromat was locked tight. Yet Bill rescued us again, because he had mentioned a second Laundromat a bit further down the road, just in case. Bill was quickly becoming my Mystic Angel.
Gleefully, my hubby and I threw our laundry in washers. We sipped cold frappes from McDonald’s, wrote letters, and made phone calls as our clothes spun and tumbled. It was great!
We laughed and chatted with the Porch People like we were old friends. Together we celebrated individuals who are generous to strangers, and strangers who are trustworthy. And the women laughed with me as I proclaimed my joy at having clean clothes. We took photos of each other. It didn’t matter we didn’t know each others’ names.
One woman wiped her eyes, “This makes my day to know there are still honest people in the world.”
In other words, she felt blessed.
My husband and I sure were blessed.
And it struck me how one person’s kindness to a couple of strangers turned an ordinary laundry day into a 4th of July celebration I’ll always remember.
|(Our closet full of clean clothes)|
Thanks again, Bill.