I have to share this story with you. Yesterday I had a booth at the West Mission Art Festival in South Pasadena, California. I was handling the booth by myself so didn’t duck out for food or drink but relied on what I had in my cooler. Actually, all I had in my my cooler was drink – a hand full of water bottles and another hand full of iced green tea.
It must have been about 1:00 that a mother and her daughter of about, oh, I’d guess about 14, wandered into my booth. They were obviously good friends and having a wonderful time together. The daughter had a plate full of French Fries. I felt bold so I asked her if I could have one. She said, “Sure.” So I took a single French Fry, It was hot, greasy, salty with a strong taste of garlic. In other words, it was great. I couldn’t resist saying to her, “You know what you just did? You just fed a starving artist.” They both laughed.
We talked about the photographs and photography and art. When they were ready to leave the daughter offered me another French Fry which I gladly accepted.
Then I went back to my chair to sit and watch the few people that were at the show wander by, many of them not even turning their heads to take a look.
After about ten minutes the daughter returned and held out her French Fries to me. “I’ve had enough. Would you like the rest?” she asked through a smile. “Why thank you, thank you very much. You are so nice!” I responded as I accepted her gift. He handed me her French Fries and disappeared to rejoin her mother.
I sat back down in my chair, turned my attention to lunch and forgot about the occasional person that wandered by my booth without looking in. The hot, greasy, salty, garlicky fries tasted even better with the generous dusting of kindness.
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