My first thought was whether she was coming in on purpose or by accident.
Luckily it was just two of us in the cafe when Snowsuit Lady came in to ask for some bus fare. She prefaced it with a long story about rugs and court dates and having to get somewhere. From her expression I couldn’t tell whether she was sincere or not. Couldn’t tell if maybe she was here to retaliate, believed me to be the author of her misfortunes. She did tell me her real name and address. So I told her my name. When she wound down I asked her if she remembered me, if she remembered that her and her guy had tried to punch me in the face, to kick me in the ass.
“Was that you?” She apologized. I said that I would like to help her, that I didn’t really know how but I could help her to find organizations who did know how to help. She said she knew the organizations already. Said she was cleaned up now. Back at Church. “They put me in jail you know,” she seemed genuinely sobered by that.
I gave her the bus fare and told her that it was coming out of Sarah’s Sign Fund, that we were saving money for a sign. She apologized. I saw the hug coming but not the kiss. Wet.
Since I am an after-shock kind of person, my limbs are still shaking as I write.
Is it possible? Is it possible that just by standing your ground, telling people the truth, being sincere, that we can effect change? That life offers interesting opportunities that allow us, or others, to turn corners? I have had my doubts lately.
Has Snowsuit Lady renewed my faith?