She was selling handmade jewelry and I never even got her name. She only had a few items for sale. A bad operation on her leg led to an amputation.
Complications from the amputation led to a second amputation farther up. The whole situation had forced her to stop working on her crafts. Finally, tired of sitting around the house, she made her husband take her out to sell the few pieces she’d made at the festival.
She told me that she was grateful for the amputation. She said that it wasn’t going to stop her from anything, but that it had helped to slow her down. Then she asked me if I “went to church” and told me that she believed it was God’s way of drawing her closer to him. I loved her attitude and her faith. In a few moments of simply listening, I came to love her.