I sent the boys off to the store tonight to pick up 5 bottles of soda before we had our youth volunteers over for pizza. This was about an hour before the meeting and I was doing some last minute pick up and trying to get to the shower after a long day of painting and house projects. I was gathering the last load of clothes from the laundry room to take up stairs and I turned around to find a strange woman in my entry way carrying 5- 1.5 liters bottles of soda. Both of the boys are behind her.
The boys had apparently been struggling to get their full load back to the house (it’s less than 50 yards to the store) so she carried them for them. I thanked her several times and on her way out she noticed my bag of lemons outside the door. We pruned the lemon tree last week and picked about 4 dozen lemons from the limbs we took down. I have been giving them away ever since.
“Just one piece.” she tells me as she takes one.
“Take several! Please,we have so many!” She does.
I reach out to shake her hand thanking her again for helping the boys and she leans forward to kiss both my cheeks.
“Let’s have coffee,” she says.
“Yes, lets.” I agree.
She departs quickly and I realize I did not ask her name.
A stranger, soon to be friend, will be coming for coffee. Who knows when.
That, in a nutshell, is life in Albania.
Meet a stranger…give her a lemon….have a coffee… friend for life.