The El Salvador team has been back for a few days now so I have only been back in my house for a brief time. This means that there is very little food in my fridge. I was starving today on my way home from worship practice so I swung by a local grill and ordered some chicken wings to go. As I was sitting in the restaurant waiting for my food this precious little lady walked by. She had an oxygen tank that she was wheeling along and was balancing 3 to go boxes on top along with her purse. As she walked by she caught my eye and I asked if she needed help. She said no, then wheeled herself around and stood and waited for the rest of her party by me. That's when this started.

"This bag is the juicy one" she said as she set the first bag of take out down. "And this is my peach cobbler. I'm diabetic so I am going to eat it slowly over the next few days. But this is the juicy one, it was Chicken Picatta, you know the chicken with the lemon sauce on it?"

"I have never had that here but I love chicken picatta."

"The lady I am with had .....(I forget what she said), and the gentleman had ....."

She went on to tell me what everyone had.

"Sounds good."

"Well I had walking pneumonia..."

"Oh my goodness."

"You see I was born in 1936" (I must interject at this point and say that I had to concentrate not to laugh out loud) "and I was premature. The doctor told my mom that she could put me in an incubator and leave me in the hospital for a month or take me and put me in a little box and stay in a hotel room for a month. She decided to take the hotel room. But I was premature, that's why I got walking pneumonia. So between that, the oxygen and the diabetes I don't get out much. But it takes me longer so I started out here earlier than them."

Somewhere around this time her friends showed up. She thanked me and left.