I did it again today. I stuck out my hand and said, "My name is Dorothy, and my goal Is to meet someone new each Sunday at church." I met Will, a pleasant man who Deals in real estate. I sat down at one of the tables in The family center and met a Young woman and her family. We had much in common. She was born in China, like Min, and met her husband at Otterbein, where Jack attended too. She has a son, a Beautiful blend of two Ethnic groups like my girls, And an added blessing was Meeting her mom, Visiting from China. Not knowing English at all. The daughter interpreted for us, and When I discovered she was a Widow, too, I looked into her Eyes and gripped her hand in Understanding. Grief bonds us, spanning Language and cultures. I hope I'll see them again. But I need to keep track of the Names of the new ones I Meet, for I greeted a man Today forgetting him from Last Sunday. Oops! However, I should remember Him now, because his name is Just like my dad's, Daniel, And this time I wrote it down. |