The Most Beautiful Orange

This morning as I was greeting people at a busy Palos Verdes intersection, a 50ish black haired, dark eyed, olive skinned Latino man stopped his truck in a lane across the traffic from me.

He stared at me, and then without speaking a word, he reached out the full length of his arm holding in his hand a beautiful orange.

I shouted a thank you, and told him there was too much traffic for me to come out there.

But this man, a laborer, who was blocking a lane, didn't move his truck, or even change expressions. He just continued to stare at me, as he held out the orange.

For his safety and mine, when there was a brief break in traffic on my side of the street, I rushed out there, took the orange gently from his hand, and thanked him.

As he drove off, and I safely reached the other side of the street, I realized how beautiful this orange really is, and I was thankful for his kindness. 

It was a special act of generosity, the cost of which was negligible but whose value was priceless, for he touched my heart.

With Love To All - Dick