Over my years of thrift shopping, I've discovered a community. Between rows of clothes and household goods, I sometimes share my heart with an unlikely friend, as though hoping it will find a new purpose, a second chance, another life.
My mother is fond of the saying, "In another life, I could have been . . . " and she often fills in the blank with "singer." I don't know if she could've been a singer, but I like to think she might have.
I reached out to a friendly face today. Kathy and I cross paths at Goodwill. We've only ever seen each other in these places. She dresses brightly in colors and always with her own flair. She is confident, kind, and compassionate.
I thought to myself, "In another life I would have been a photographer, and I would have asked her if I could take her picture." And then, no matter the discomfort, I ask her. Because there is no other life, only this one, here and now.