It Doesn’t Take Much
It’s early on a Saturday morning and I’m sitting at the Cinabon stand getting ready to fly home after participating in the National Pastor’s Conference in San Diego. I’ll write more about the conference later, but right now I want you to hear about this:
I just finished a conversation with a man who walked up to me and made small talk about computers. He was friendly but I of course had a little bit of wondering if I was being sold something. He told me he was on his way to Detroit, I mentioned that I was heading home to Minneapolis. I mentioned that I was having one of my last visits with my mother this week. Jim (his real name) began to tear up and shared how he was a four year cancer survivor. Congratulations.
I asked him what was different in his life now, and he told me that a few weeks ago he went out and bought a sailboat. He had always wanted one, but it was never the right time or circumstance. We laughed and cried and chatted together. I thanked Jim for his kindness and for the nice visit. He paused and said, “It doesn’t take much to make a friend.” Then he handed me something and said,” keep this and remember me.”
It was a brand new James Madison freshly minted dollar coin. I told him that I would remember.
So, for Jim and all of you who become a friend, thank you for stopping, chatting and sharing your lives, it doesn’t take much.
