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Each day is an adventure waiting to be discovered.
It was a hot afternoon when my children and I stepped outside our house, flyers in hand, and peered down the street.
“Which houses should we visit?” I asked.
Our first choice was an easy one–the house across the street. Charles and Judy, our adopted grandparents, are some of our favorite neighbors. We invite them to everything. They never come, but they always appreciate the invitation. This time was no different. They were gracious when we presented them with an event flyer, but really came to life when we accepted their invitation to come inside for a visit. We spent half an hour chatting in the living room about the ups and downs of their current life situation and shared hugs before leaving.
“That was fun,” my daughter said, as we made our way to the sidewalk. The rest of us agreed.
No one was home for the next three houses. We had better luck at the fourth house when a man answered the door and showed some interest in the event.
We returned to the sidewalk and eyed the house where a family from India lives. We felt we should go there next. Long-time neighbors, but ones that tend to keep to themselves, we’ve never really had the opportunity to get to know them.
My son rang the doorbell and the mother answered the door. Her name was Kelly, she said, and yes, she was interested in attending the event, and what should she bring, and would we like to come inside for awhile, and–before we were even seated–would you like something to drink?
I love the hospitality of eastern cultures.
I gazed around the room while our drinks were being prepared and admired the India-themed decor: elephants figurines, elegant silk table runners, sparkling gem-adorned bowls, a golden Buddha, a picture of the golden temple, family pictures taken in India.
I felt like I had been transported to another country.
We stayed for an hour, my children playing with hers while she and I visited with each other. She told me about her three children and how proud she is of their accomplishments. She told me about her job, and introduced me to her parents and, before I left, made me promise to return again soon so we could continue our conversation. I promised, and made good on that promise later that week when we returned for another hour-long visit. I love the exotic feeling of their home and the genuine kindness that is shown to us while we are there. Each time we return, it feels like an adventure. It’s taken us fifteen years to get around to meeting this family (we’ve both been in the neighborhood that long!), but no matter. I’ve learned that it’s never too late to reach out and make a connection.