Laundered love

This morning…

Trips to the laundromat keep me humble. While clothes spin round and round I’m smiling at the good of humanity around me.

I arrived early to use the triple-load washer. So did she; all three of them. “Here you can use one!” she exclaimed. I airhugged her with a “God bless you!”

In the meantime another couple arrived. And then a Dad with two SMALL kids and a car load of laundry.

We were all watching. There was a sudden sense of shared compassion between us. Meeting at the door we ALL broke into action as if we had this game plan etched out a long time.

The door was opened. Dirty laundry was carried and little guys escorted. Without shoes on their feet and grins on their faces they greeted us back. I was in love. Well-done team!

Well here they are!

All of us continued our chores with a sense of satisfaction. Time went quickly.

Harriet, the “she” that gave up a machine (and her name) said it was great to meet me. “And you as well,” I said. And of course airhug.

He, one-half of the duo also doing laundry, helped me carry my largest basket to my car.

“Every time I come here I’m blessed in some way. You are so kind to help me,” I declared.

“Well, ma’am I was raised in Mississippi and if my Mom were alive she would’ve kicked my butt for not helping! That’s just how I was raised and still believe it at 50!”

“Me too!”

We all have dirty laundry. You don’t have to carry it alone. Coming clean is freeing. Look around and help carry a load when you can.

Have faith 💚