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Unhurried. Finding the magic in the middle of living. Capturing a life of ridiculous grace + raw stories.

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  3. Yesterday, while browsing in a peddler’s mall with my husband and two sons, a lady approached me and asked if I would do a favor for her. I had noticed her earlier, pushing her grown son in a wheelchair. Just watching him clap enthusiastically at the booths of chipped enamelware, baseball cards, and old embroidered pillows made me ache inside.
    My own little boys, 9 and 11, handled old action figures and looked at vintage posters, their report card money burning holes in their pockets.
    I couldn’t say no to this woman. “Of course,” I said without hesitating.
    “Could you scratch my back?” she asked. “I have this itch I just can’t seem to reach. It’s driving me crazy.”
    My husband and sons tried to disappear into one of the adjoining booths, shocked by this stranger’s request, not trusting themselves to stay and watch my response.
    “I’d be happy to,” I said.
    She turned around and told me the itch was on her right shoulder blade.
    I began to scratch, all around the area she indicated, amazed that I was scratching a stranger’s back in the middle of an antique store.
    It was a moment to remember. My nine-year-old had stepped out of the booth to watch me.
    “I’m crazy, aren’t I?” the woman asked him. He smiled and shrugged.
    “We all are…a little,” I said, knowing it was true.
    “I can never get her to scratch my back,” my husband said, from his safety zone behind a stack of old vinyl records.
    The woman and I laughed.
    For a moment, we were two crazy friends, just watching our boys shop for old junk. I realized, then and there, that I’m glad I look like the kind of person who would be willing to scratch a stranger’s back.

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