I enjoy yard sales because, getting something I need cheap, is cool.
Dale enjoys yard sales because getting something cheap is cool.
Notice the difference?
Saturday morning, I set out to find a coffee pot and clothes for India. I found a coffee pot for $3 and five pieces of clothing I believe suitable for India. As a bonus, I discovered a pair of sandals for 50 cents. We walked to several yard sales before leaving for the May Fair at Tesla’s school. At the last yard sale, I met a lovely lady named Cass. She was selling a few things and noticed Tesla looking at a simple, gold-tone, watch. Cass told her it needed a battery and if her Mommy would get one, she could have the watch. Tesla looked to me and I said “Sure, I’ll get you a battery.” Tesla thanked Cass and me and went to tell Aunt Sue about her new watch. Cass and I began talking, and somehow, in conversation, she shared that in 1980, her vindictive husband came into Turkey Hill Mini Market, where she was a clerk, and fire three shots from his handgun. Those three shots each hit her, two into the chest and one in her face. Two bullets were found in her, one in the wall of the store. And she lived. She lived! Her husband served three years and was free. He remarried and had two more children. Cass forgave him and allowed him to see his children, even allowing him into her home as their daughter passed away from cancer. Cass said her ex-husband fought with his new wife and one day, during an argument, had a heart attack and hit the ground dead. Karma. Enough said.
I learned Cass attends Friendship Community Church and she had wonderful things to say about the pastor, the music and congregation. I told her the church sounded wonderful and I would like to come. She was so excited! Sue walked over to us and I introduced her to Cass. Sue had been to FCC for service in the past and said she would go to the service also. And that is how faith is passed from one person to another. Just talking to Cass for fifteen minutes and I knew there was something special about her. When she told me she sits on the left side of the church because she can’t see out of her left eye, I never dreamed the reason her vision was impaired was because her husband shot her in the face. Damn.
The six of us (Dale, Tesla, Andrew, Sue, Blaine and I) wandered into the church, checking things out. Just inside, they hooked us up with name tags and I asked about Cass. The ladies knew who I was asking for and said she was sitting at the last table directly in front of us. They asked how we knew Cass. I told them we just met her the day before, at her yard sale and she invited us to her church. The ladies were delighted and welcomed us to the service.
I heard one say to the other as we walked away, “Way to go Cass.”
Indeed,
~P.
