There is one small step that you have to make that goes into our little home and I like to sit on it and just relax. Especially at night when it’s dark out and the street lights are on so there is this orange, warmth.
One night I was doing just this video-chatting with my dad and a camp friend he was visiting. Close to the end of our conversation, a neighborhood guy came up to me.
In his broken English, he asked “Rosa, home?” (Rosa is a woman who used to live here, but rents it out so World Race teams can stay here). “No,” I said.
Then he continued in his broken English. “Said,” he said. “Said?” I asked.
“No, salid.” “Salid?”
“Ole.” “Ole?”
He motioned with his hands and I figured out “Oh! Salad! Oil??” So I ran into our home to see if we still had some Extra Virgin Oil out and I showed him the bottle to see if that is what he meant. It was. I poured it into a cup and he took it. He then motioned with his hands to tell me to stay where I was and he’d bring it right back (8 months out of the country and you get decent at understanding non-verbals).
He came back and said “God bless you” and went back to his home.
It just made me feel so special because I was able to be a blessing to a Bulgarian neighbor by just giving him a little oil. We can be a blessing to anyone if we simply allow ourselves to be open–it could even be your neighbor.
