She looked like a New England Grandmother; dressed head to toe in navy: rain resistant running pants, a navy anorak with hood, the only strange part was the rubber pad belted over her stomach. Her eyes were clear and her voice rather low, but articulate. She stopped me on the street and said ‘Do you have a dollar for lunch.” I engaged her eyes while my mind was whirring. The asking and the dress and persona did not match up. “Where do you live?” I asked. “Brooklyn”, she said. “Where in Brooklyn”, I asked. “Flatbush” she replied. “How is it you are here without money?” I asked. She just looked at me. She didn’t reply. She didn’t say, I don’t have any, didn’t give answer. All was still until she said again, “Do you have a dollar for lunch”. “Yes, I do.” I said, and walked off.
Just kidding. After I said “I do.” I reached into my bag and pulled out one dollar and gave it to her. As she walked on past me, I turned to watch her go. Did I mention she was New England Granny thin?. As I watched, I wondered why I hadn’t doubled the amount. Aren’t we all asking for something from someone? Some of us are asking for miracles from God. Which is rather like double your money. I could have played god.