While knocking doors on a cold evening last week, I met a woman named Kathleen.
“You must be freezing!” she exclaimed. I told her I was a little cold, but walking helped keep me warm. She invited me in, then proceeded to go through a wooden chest near her front door. She found what she was looking for, and handed me a homemade set of wool gloves and a cap.
“Take these,” she said, “they belonged to my husband, and he passed about a year ago.”
“I can’t take your husband’s hat and gloves!” I said. “Besides, they’re really nice!”
“He can’t use them anymore,” she responded. “He’d want you to have them.”
I can’t even begin to say what an honor it is to have received those gloves and that hat. Meeting people like Kathleen makes me want to work three times as hard to improve everyday people’s lives in any way I can.
Politics (and politicians) can be very cynical — myself included. This interaction helped remind me of what it’s all about.