Sometimes it is best that you don’t know

I heard a story last night about something that happened a few years ago. The story was about two people who gave up their time to help me, without my asking or my knowing. I am not one who likes to cry, but the story touched me so deeply and it seemed tears were all I could come up with in response.

I am going to miss Kristina and Rob.

Kristina, never with words, but by her life and love of others, continually reminded me to love with abandon. I will always remember the first time I met the beautiful red head. I had hardly been in DC six months and I was moving to a new apartment. I called on anyone who I kind-sorta knew to help me. One such person was Josh Mercer. And he showed up to help driven by Miss Kristina Twitty. She didn’t know me, but knew I needed help. I was taken aback by a complete stranger being willing to give up a Saturday to help me. I tried to be nice and give her a light box to lift, but she went right for the big stuff. That is pretty typical though—she loves a challenge. Being friends with me could definitely be considered a challenge, but she hung in there anyway. Good times and bad. Always with love and support.

Rob never laughed or made fun of my many silly questions. He always made me feel safe when I didn’t know something (and there was much I didn’t know). I would never show up with the intention of talking his ear off, but I know I did many times. It didn’t matter what the subject was he was a great listener, great support, great encourager. I was constantly overwhelmed with patience and kindness.

I am really going to miss Kristina and Rob.