One afternoon last week, two friends in our condo building knocked on our door. They were carrying a large wooden basket with a huge bow. “This is all for you only,” they said.
My eyes filled with tears.
In the basket were cookies and cheeses and patés, all gluten-free of course, jars of honey and fig spread, some lemons and clementines, a fancy soap, an airplane-sized bottle of cognac, and more.
As I unloaded each item onto the kitchen counter, I kept saying “Oh, my God”. I was like a six year-old on Christmas morning. I stopped counting the number of items at thirty.
The kindness of people never ceases to amaze me.