I've decided to add another facet to my rambling ways. Interesting people. I already posted about #1 and #2 back here: Interesting people. I didn't call them that, it was a rambling about not judging a book by it's cover. But, I have decided that we let the world pass us by too much, we don't pay attention enough - I am probably just talking about myself, but, sometimes there are people you just notice.
We went to the July 4th Parade in Murray, Utah yesterday. I have been sick and I was still not feeling awesome, but my kiddos were in the parade and I won't miss anything that I have an opportunity to witness if it has something to do with any of my kiddos.
We made our way to a spot and were lucky to find a nice spot to sit. A while later, a man and a woman come and sit right next to us. Ted, who everyone knows makes me insane, instantly starts giving them a bad time about sitting in front of the metal sign on the sidewalk and blah blah blah. I was instantly struck by their accent. They strike up a conversation and start talking about how they are from the first amazing country in the world, the country that God touched the most, South Africa. They have made their way from Portland, Maine to Portland, Oregon and have traveled the entire country. They were excited to experience the parade, as it wasn't something they do in their own world. They stood when the flag passed. They were very respectful and inquisitive. They picked Ted's brain every time they had a question.
I found them lovely and kind. I appreciated their curiosity.
We went to the July 4th Parade in Murray, Utah yesterday. I have been sick and I was still not feeling awesome, but my kiddos were in the parade and I won't miss anything that I have an opportunity to witness if it has something to do with any of my kiddos.
We made our way to a spot and were lucky to find a nice spot to sit. A while later, a man and a woman come and sit right next to us. Ted, who everyone knows makes me insane, instantly starts giving them a bad time about sitting in front of the metal sign on the sidewalk and blah blah blah. I was instantly struck by their accent. They strike up a conversation and start talking about how they are from the first amazing country in the world, the country that God touched the most, South Africa. They have made their way from Portland, Maine to Portland, Oregon and have traveled the entire country. They were excited to experience the parade, as it wasn't something they do in their own world. They stood when the flag passed. They were very respectful and inquisitive. They picked Ted's brain every time they had a question.
I found them lovely and kind. I appreciated their curiosity.
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