It was a blustery, billowy day. The kind that moves half-dead leaves to scoot across the street in front of your car.
She was struggling, straining against the streams of wind, two cloth handled bags in hand and wispy flowered scarf on head.
Son asked, “Shouldn’t we offer her a ride?”
I thought of where we needed to be, what we needed to do…and then I turned around anyway.
Window rolled down, I asked, “Do you need a ride?”
She looked confused, unsure. I smiled.
Son hopped out to help her in. She smiled, and patted his hand.
The scent of her Italian bread from market filled the car, as she told me where to turn.
“My name is Kim. What is yours?”
“Maria Borcelli,” she answered in broken English.
We pulled into her driveway, she took my hand.
“Thank you,” her eyes filled with tears.
Son jumped out of car to help her out.
Still holding my hand, and looking me right in the eyes, she said things that our separate languages could not…and kissed my hand.
What reward! For a two minute detour.
What I might have missed if I had not offered a stranger, now friend, a ride home.
Kisses of angels and the tears of saints would have found their way elsewhere, but not with me.
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28 thoughts on “The Kiss of An Italian Woman”
This is lovely.
It was a lovely experience…Thanks for being such a faithful reader.
So glad you stopped and turned around. Who knows if you’ll remember the mission of your day, but you will always remember this.
That is so true! I don’t remember what my to-do list was, but I’ll never forget that kiss.
great story…just to hear the gentle whisper of Love and respond…awesome…
Thanks Roseann! May I respond more and more often.
What a lovely memory. And I love how your son noticed her and so willing to help her! 🙂
Isn’t it extra special when a good work is provoked by our children?
This is beautiful…it brought tears to my eyes. What a sweet reminder that finding ways to show compassion and love to others really should be the first thing on the list of things we need to do.
I need to be reminded of this everyday. Sometimes, more than once a day….
This was beautiful. An act of kindness bridges the boundaries of culture, language and all differences.
I can’t wait to visit my new friend!! Maybe she’ll teach me how to make lasagna or something!
Que bella storia! 😉
Oh the gift of kisses and tears. Thank you for the reminder that we are alive and that we can act in so many simple ways to celebrate that.
The gift of kisses and tears! I love it!
I love this. If only all of us would reach out to those in need, the world would truly be changed. Often it’s not the big things, but the small things that touch another’s heart and meet a need.
Thanks Elizabeth! I’m trying to live out the small and not just the “big”!
oh friend… you tell such a great story. thank you.
I don’t think there are too many other people I’d rather hear this from!
Thanks dear darling!
GREAT story. My kids do that sometimes, see people who need us that I would drive by. What a blessings!
There is nothing better than to see your children walk out their Christianity…without being prompted!!
Giving almost always returns more than we give, doesn’t it?
It certainly does…This is why it is better to give than to receive :)!
You are a terrific storyteller. I am right there with you, just cheering you and your son on. So.Very.Vivid.
Thanks Jennifer….It is good to be touched by God through others, isn’t it?