The sleeping gypsy


There are people you meet in life who take a piece of your heart with them when they leave.  When I was in high school I met a girl from France who one day came up to me and asked for a sip of my coffee.  Her request came with a sweet accent and a huge smile.  How could I deny her? We became instant friends.

It was here in our friendship that I heard for the first time someone laugh in French.  No it didn’t sound different, and I realized that laughter as well as sadness and the mired of other emotions were the same despite our language barrier.

I took her to my house one day and she sat on the floor with my dog and cooed to her in French.  I watched as the dog responded to her, placing her head in her lap and wagging her tail.  I remarked that the dog didn’t know French but still responded to her, my mother laughed and said, “Do you think the dog knows English?” No, I suppose she doesn’t.

Yesterday we wandered the Metropolitan Museum of Art sharing a few short hours together, it had been 13 years since we last met.  Time stood still though in our friendship. I have a comfort level with her that I suspect has transcended lifetimes.

It led me to wonder, as I listened to the various languages floating through the different galleries, there are 6 billion people on this planet, if we all treated each other as old friends do what a wonderful world this would be. 

About Angelnurse0513

I am a hospice nurse who has been writing spiritually inspired books for the past seven years. I have written a children's book called "Little Star" which is available in ebook format I am currently writing a novel on spiritual love and the afterlife and looking for a publisher. It is my deepest wish to help with the transition from this world to the next whether it be through my work in hospice or through my written words. Please feel free to contact me with any questions or concerns you have.
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2 Responses to The sleeping gypsy

  1. I love the Metropolitan Museum of Art and loved the scene you described of meeting your old friend there.

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