I grew up in a small town where everybody knew everyone. Even after years of being gone people will look at me strangely as they try to place a name to my face. If they do not ask I do give them a hint and tell them my last name so they do not suffer for too long. Recognition is usually immediate, at least to my family name. Most times they will recognize me. When this happens it feels like years have been few and we have made a connection.

A few days ago my hometown had their annual festival, of sorts. I decided to go as I do not live far. My father was participating in the entertainment and I knew my children would love the parade.

I was down by one child, my oldest who went to visit her father. So, that left me and the three youngest. Not too bad as they were very well behaved and my son enjoyed watching from his wheelchair. One vehicle in the parade stopped to let a woman out who ran up to my son and placed some candy in his hand. I am not sure about city parades, but this is what makes a small town parade so worth it.

One person in the parade shouted out to me as they recognized me. After the parade someone else came up to me to comment about my son. She asked if I lived there. When I told her who I was she did recognize me and told me that her daughter was my old babysitter. I apologized for any trouble I may have caused her daughter so many years ago. More connections.

After the parade I walked my children over to the park where the rest of the festivities were taking place. It had definitely changed slightly from when I was a child. This time they had carnival rides. I indulged my children for a few rides, as that was all I could afford. We then went to the bleachers to wait for the entertainment. While I sat there I looked around to see many faces of people I recognized. For a moment I felt like I had transported back in time. Then I had to chase some kids down.

When I arrived back to the bleachers a woman scooted closer to me and asked if I was from around there. She then explained that her daughter had lost a special needs daughter not too long ago. She then handed me a twenty dollar bill that her daughter wanted me to have so my son could go have some fun.

This act of kindness was very touching. I knew each of these women involved in the gift, but they did not give it because they recognized me. In fact, they did not have any clue who I was until I reminded them of my name.

I made sure I took pictures of my son having fun so I could share them with the daughter of the woman who handed me the money. I shared the pictures with her, I had her as a friend on Facebook, and thanked her for her generous gift. I told her how much it meant to me and meant to my son. He had a blast. In turn she shared with me why she wanted him to have the money. She explained the loss of her special needs daughter and that when she saw my son she felt her daughter wanted my son to have fun. She did not question the thought, she just acted on what was a spiritual connection from her daughter. This was the connection. The connection of her daughter to my son for that moment so he could have fun for him and her.

Published by Jenny Eddington