Sitting at the farmers market journaling with friends this morning. We were approached by an elegant looking older woman. She started talking to us and telling us her story. She pulled up her sleeve. A tattoo of numbers. She spoke ten languages and told us that while her whole life was taken from her, "they could never take my knowledge." She began to tell us the story of how she became the mother of twenty two orphan children when another well dressed woman came over. They embraced and off they went arm in arm to cooking class.
All I can think is how quickly things can be put into perspective and how kind and loving we need to be to each other.