I get my popcorn popped. I grab the next elevator going back up. My grandmother is waiting for me.
An old white lady hops on my elevator at the 2nd floor. She smells my popcorn. She asks if it’s good. I tell her it is.
She says she just loves popcorn. She looks at my popcorn bag and says, “Oh, Orville Redenbacher? You like that kind? I sure do!”
Um, yeah. It’s good. What’s up with this woman? She’s still looking and smiling.
I finally ask her, “Would you like some?”, but I hope she’ll say no. I don’t want her digging around in my popcorn bag. I don’t know where her hands have been. We are in a public housing elevator after all.
She says no thank you, a little flustered, and gets off on the 3rd floor. I go on up to the 4th.
Crazy white lady.
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I didn’t know the young girl would offer me her popcorn. I was just trying to be nice and make conversation (although it did smell good and I do love popcorn!).
When she asked me, “Would you like some?” I was taken aback. I didn’t expect it. It was a sweet offer. But I said no thank you.
I didn’t expect to see her again. But when I finally made it to the 4thfloor and knocked on the next door on my list for meals, her head peeped out of the apartment.
So she was here visiting her grandmother. Her grandmother isn’t doing so well. I’ve seen her go downhill greatly the past 6 months.
But I know this grandmother is blessed. She has a granddaughter who visits her.
And who offers popcorn to crazy white ladies like me in the elevator.
Blessings pop up in unexpected places. Grace lives here.
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Where have you seen unexpected grace? Please share in the comments.
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