The Comfort of Eavesdropping

I went to Lagoon the other day.  Not particularly interesting for those of you who weren’t able to attend, so I’ll skip the heart pounding thrills that near drowning, blood-drawing, free falling experiences give you.  (That was a poor attempt to make you intrigued.)

As I was rummaging through my beach bag, determined to find my swimsuit bottoms, I came across my cell phone.  I am a little bit ashamed to admit that I caved in to the texting addiction that plagues our nation and responded to someone’s message, smiling a little to myself as my fingers formed the words, “I love you so much.”  But I was not alone.  In the dressing stall next to me, a mother was getting her toddling daughter changed and I heard her whisper, “I love you so much” at the precise moment my hands were finding those words themselves.

I feel a little bit safer living in a world where there are people loving just as much as I do.





equals a small increase in my hope for humanity.


About Kendal

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3 Responses to The Comfort of Eavesdropping

  1. Kendal says:

    Well, look at that, my first comment! Thanks, Becky! I see you too have a blog, so I’ll have to read yours since you’re reading mine. 🙂

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