Nameless

I was trying to catch her name, but her tag was covered by her scarf. She was the cashier at Victoria's Secret, a place I went to today to stock up on underwear. Plus, I had a coupon, and one should always come prepared with a coupon :)

The point is, I'm still guilty of prejudice. To break down the word for you, I'm guilty of pre-judgments. This girl was really pretty. Put together pretty. She had great makeup that wasn't too much, but really brought out her eyes. And her outfit was simple, yet perfectly accentuated by (also simple) jewelry. I was trying to think of who she reminded me of when she began a short conversation.

I explained to her that I was getting ready for a big trip, 'Certainly,' I had thought, 'she wouldn't care what kind of trip.'

"Oh? Where are you going? What's it for?"

Gulp. I explain.. certainly, she doesn't care..

"NO WAY!" she says "I've been wanting to go on one for awhile now. I almost went to Puerto Rico for Spring Break, but it didn't work out. I'm going to do my best to go soon."

"Really?" I'm shocked. I don't know why I let a pretty girl be outside of wanting to serve Jesus. Maybe it's because she works at Victoria's Secret? Then again, I'm shopping there.. me=hypocrite.

Then I remembered, she looks just like Olivia Wilde. No joke.

Carlo

Soccer can have its perks. This time I met Carlo, father of Lorenzo and Stephano (or Stefano), who saw the small group of us playing in a neighborhood park. He asked us if we were on a team together, to which I chuckled.

I may have my soccer cleats, shin guards and long soccer socks now, but don't let them fool you. Wink!

When he continued talking with us, I realized that he had a European accent of some sort. He's from Holland, but had moved to Texas with his wife just a few weeks ago. Since I'm headed off to Nether-land soon, I asked for some places I should visit, and we talked a wee bit about the World Cup (I didn't include how aggressive his team was).

The best part though, was when his two kids decided to play with us. The boys joined me and we kicked the soccer ball around. Lorenzo made me his team mate, and he was so cute each time he scored a goal. He would run with his arms outstretched and this huge grin on his face. Then he'd come give me a high five and say, "Vee are winning!!" He was very adamant about keeping score.

Then, too, when one of us would score, the goalie would toss out the ball for us to dribble in. I laughed each time the boys would catch the ball and then put it by their feet. "Geen handen!" the father would yell.

Got a chance to talk with Carlo about Corrie Ten Boom, as she is a native Dutchie. He didn't know who I was talking about, but if he comes back next week, I'm hoping to give him her book. I find it cool that I just learned about her, and got a chance to share about Christ some through her story.