One day this winter, I saw a perfect stranger lose his glove. He walked quickly across a busy intersection where I was waiting in my car for the red light to turn green. As he neared the sidewalk on the right side of the intersection, a black glove fell out of his backpack.
He didn’t see it fall. He strode briskly up the hill. My mouth opened instinctively, and I had a flashing mental image of myself leaping out of the car to shout to him. “You lost your glove! It’s on the sidewalk behind you! Come back and get it!”
When I’m not blogging here, I’m a contributing writer for Pemptousia, the online journal of the Vatopaidi Monastery on Mount Athos. Click here to read the rest of this article. I hope you enjoy it.
