Hospitality

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Drizzle doused us as we sat in the bleachers at a marching band competition. My husband was getting ready to head to the concession stand and asked if I wanted anything.

“Some candy of some kind,” I replied. “Maybe a Reese Cup…or some M&Ms.”

He headed down the stairs and out of sight.

“Candy?” said a voice.

The voice belonged to a boy.

A boy with a big smile.

I’d estimate him to be about nine years old.

“Do you want some candy?”

He held up a grocery bag full of candy. It was his parade candy. He’d gathered it up earlier in the day during the Grand Feature Parade of the Mountain State Forest Festival.

Beauty queens on floats, drivers of classic cars, and clowns had tossed the candy to the crowd as they made their way along the route.

“That’s OK,” I replied with a smile. “My husband is bringing me something. You keep that for yourself.”

He fished around in the bag and then held out a peppermint candy.

“Here,” he smiled.

“Thanks,” I replied.

“Hospitality,” I thought to myself.

Hospitality.


I’ve struggled in recent months to find the time and energy to write. A group of writers proposed writing something every day for the month of October, based on a one word prompt, and writing in just five minutes – no worrying about perfect grammar or always being poignant or well-polished. I’m giving it a go in an effort to jump start my writing. For the one word prompts, I’m going to follow along with The Upper Room’s Sight Psalms. They put out a picture a day and apply one word and a short reflection. If you are reading this, thanks for accompanying me for this experiment in motivation and discipline.

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