Lloyd and I went to church yesterday. He sits with his friend Zac and then goes off to children's church with him so I sit by myself or with a family I kind of know from yachting (Greg's yachting, you know what I mean). I had a very very bad attitude. Justified with thoughts of how sick and tired I am of going to church by myself and hating the sight of happy couples holding hands and smiling at each other. I am also sick and tired of no one talking to me.
At the end of the service yesterday, someone did talk to me; a girl who sat near me with her friend. In her broken English she reached out to me and started a wee conversation.
Bless her heart.
I guess the lesson here is if she can reach out like that, in a language that obviously is not her first... certainly I can do the same. Surely...
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