KNIT CAP from a STRANGER
|Summer Sun Can Be Plenty Hot|
I hoped to find a knit cap somewhere in my metropolis. Sales associates gave me some mighty strange looks, and I finally got the message---this was a lost cause.
A square cotton scarf tied behind my head felt comfortable. I didn’t realize people could still tell I was bald. Believe me, ignorance was bliss.
One day I renewed a prescription at the pharmacy, then wandered through the store. I felt I was being followed, but saw no one.
At last a lady said, “I noticed you at the pharmacy. I hope you won’t be offended, but would you be interested in a knit cap?”
My response was, “Would I! I’ve been trying to find one without success.”
|Lavender Is A Pretty Color|
“Color doesn’t matter,” I said, “I’d just be glad for a cap. My head gets really cold at night.”
After a quick trip to her car, she handed me a skull cap, knit in the softest lavender baby yarn. What an unexpected blessing. It was easy to smile as I expressed my appreciation.
That night, and for months following, I enjoyed good sleep with a warm head. Thanks to a small tag pinned to the cap, I was able to send the group a note of thanks.
I was impressed that the ladies not only knit caps, but put forth individual effort to distribute them. To me it was a perfect illustration of Ecclesiastes 9:10: Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might . . .
Here I am, thirteen years later, still thankful for a knit cap from a stranger.