Today, apropos of nothing, a woman gave me an antique hand-pieced, hand -stitched, patchwork quilt. I stood prepared to pay the price she asked for it, which was modest. She said, “No, you take this.” When I held out the cash, she said, “You will be insulting me if you try to give me that money.”
I took the quilt, thanked her, and went home.
I had been looking for a quilt almost identical to this one for nearly a year. I have a small quilt which my mother made that I have put over the window on my front door. I thought that one similar to it on the daybed would make the house look cozy and coordinated. When I saw this quilt for sale, I felt happy.
It doesn’t take much to make me happy these days.
Imagine my increased Joy when I got it for free. It wasn’t just the fact that I didn’t have to give her the small sum on the price tag. No, I am not that shallow. Having this woman give me a lovely quilt out of the kindness of her heart has somehow persuaded me to give humanity another chance.
It’s the 20th day of the 64th month of My Year Without Complaining. Life continues.
