Two Second Glances
I still don’t understand why I saw her. And why I cried. It was a two second glance, if that. Allow me to tell you this sweet story of faith and hope and love. I was returning from town with some of my boys in the car. I noticed on a certain section of road, leaving town, that my friend’s car was parked. We know most of our friends and acquaintances by the cars they drive. As soon as I saw her car, on the opposite side of the road, I began looking for her. I wasn’t disappointed because I quickly spotted her sitting, Indian style, on the ground by a small fire. There were a few Papua ladies in the scene also. Roasting corn. What struck me was the beauty of my friend. Her long silver hair. Her pink blouse. Her complete contentment and joy. Her sense of belonging and peace. And it resonated so deep in my heart that I wept. A two second peep, if that, and I was still plunging 35-40 mph towards ho...