It started with a comment about a purse.It ended an hour later.
There was nothing profound in it. I didn't make a lifelong friend. I honestly had to struggle to even remember her name. We talked about her conflicts with her manager at work and about our similar outlook on men and faith and sex. We didn't exchange numbers or email addresses, and if I ever see her again, maybe neither of us will recognize the other.
But for that hour, she and I connected in a very human way. We related. A conversation has the potential to be an intimate, spiritual experience. Not because all we talk about is God. But because the spirit inside the two people involved connect in a significant way.
So today, that was my Seventeen Second Miracle.
Because I wasn't the one who commented on the purse. She didn't even have one. In fact, I was trying to keep my head down and avoid small talk (I hate making small talk). But her efforts at engaging me in conversation made for an enjoyable hour spent being social- an opportunity someone like me doesn't often get.
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