On Saturday this was on the dining room table.
“It’s beautiful! Thank you, I just read about this (on Amy Ludwig Vanderwater’s blog). Let me pay you back.”
“It was a dollar. My gift to you. Want to see what else I got?” He pulls out two stacks of books. Tall stacks. Ten dollars worth. “Borrow anything you like.”
After pursuing through his purchases, I head out. To the library.
The first Saturday of every month, the blessed local library hosts a book sale. Every time I go, I find something quite extraordinary.
Deep in the literature and poetry section, I hear a familiar voice. I walk over to look.
He looks up like he expected to see me. “Hey, I bought this for your kids. I thought they’d love it.” He hands me a great little book about the states. “Oh, and I saw a Langston Hughes book in the back section. Did you see it? It’s back here.”
We walk back to dig and find gems.
He looks at me. “I’d promised myself I wouldn’t stay too long.” A few more passes through book boxes, and he pulls himself away. We say goodbye.
At some point after that, I’m at the register with an arm full of books.
“You’re a teacher?” the cashier asks.
She counts my books. Mumbling to herself. Calculating. She looks up at me and says, “One dollar.”
I laugh. “Are you kidding?”
“You’re a teacher. Anything for the kids.”
Stunned, I walk to my car. Not at the cost of the lovely books, but at the book love I received.
Thank you, to the people in my life who think of me and give me books.It doesn’t get much better.
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