She was a small, pretty girl and she had brought a bag with her to carry the yarn in that she wanted to select. She went back into the shop and began to gather yarn. She filled up her bag, so I took her a basket and asked her what she was planning to make with all this yarn.
She began to tell me that she wanted to make a colorful granny square afghan and put it all together with black. I told her of one that I have that my mother made many years ago, purchasing 25 cents worth of yarn each week. Then she asked me about how to stitch it together, and I told her she could come by any time and I would help her figure out a method that she liked.
After she piled many, many skeins of yarn on my counter, she began to tell me that she hadn't been out of her apartment for months, and this was her first venture out in public and she was enjoying talking to me. She explained that she was bipolar and had great difficulty going out in public. She told me about her medication and how it had helped her. She thanked me for offering to help her.
I invited her to come to Memories any time and sit with me and others and work on her crocheting. She seemed excited but timid at that prospect.
After she had visited for about an hour, she asked me to add up her purchase and she would have her boyfriend withdraw the cash and come back later to pay me and pick it up.
This is when I realized that I would probably not see her again or her boyfriend. And I was right. She has not come back. It didn't bother me at all, as I saw a much greater purpose in her visit than how much yarn she was to buy.
In reflecting on this, and explaining to my husband, we decided that I was able to give her just what she needed. She needed someone to listen to her, let her build her confidence in going out in public, validate her dream of the beautiful afghan, and someone to talk to her and treat her like the valued person that she is. I felt like God sent her to me, and I somehow gave her what she needed that day.
I will pray for her that she will get brave and go out again and that she will get to make that afghan she is dreaming of. Hope and dreams and faith in the good in this world can help us all move forward in life with confidence. I pray she will grow in her confidence. I pray that she has someone in her life to love her and take care of her.
God wants us to treat each person we meet with love and respect and have no concern for what that person can do for us, but what we can do for them. I pray that I will never miss an opportunity to reach out to others. Everyone needs love, a smile, a hug.