“In giving you are throwing a bridge across the chasm of your solitude.”
Giulio stood on the dock, wondering about the day when Mary would return. He felt disconsolate as once again he would return to an empty house. He cat was soon out of sight. He walked slowly towards where he’d parked his car .
A young couple had parked next to his car. They seemed to be German tourists. He didn’t speak German, but seeing their distressed look he tried asking what was wrong in English.
“I don’t know.” said the young man, “My car won’t start.”
Giulio, after asking permission, lifted the hood to see if any wires were loose. Sure enough, the battery cable was barely attached. He fixed it in its place and invited the man to try again. The car roared to life.
“Wunderbar!” they shouted together smiling and clapping their hands. Then hopped out of their car to shake his hand.
“We’re going to have dinner in a short while, would you not be our guest?” the lady asked him.
This was the beginning of a beautiful friendship that lasted long after they left for home two weeks later.
out of solitude
chickadees sing in summer
a friendly gesture