Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it.
Yesterday evening – not my best time, as you can imagine – a small bearded man with an unidentifiable accent rang the doorbell. Seeing me, he asked if my parents were home (normal response since I look about 16). I assured him that I was an adult and could handle whatever he wanted. This assurance turned out to be a mistake because he gave me a spiel about lowering medication costs for old people using the buying power of Washington State. I could hardly disentangle myself by that point, so I signed his sheet with my home address and gave him $20 cash (out of my parents’ money spot; we filled the car up for exactly that amount earlier so I guess it’s even). He gave me a receipt and urged me to call a certain state senator and tell him to pass a bill for the topic.
Since then I have wondered why I didn’t just blow him off. The guilt-factor of such an encounter on a softie like myself can be too much to ignore. But is that all it was? I don’t know.
– KF –