Post by Lily on Oct 23, 2012 20:13:48 GMT -5
THE BOTTLE OF WINE
Sally was driving home from one of her business trips in Northern Arizona
when she saw an elderly Navajo woman walking on the side of the road.
As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car and asked the
Navajo woman if she would like a ride.
With a silent nod of thanks, the woman got into the car.
Resuming the journey, Sally tried to make small talk with the Navajo woman,
but the woman spoke very little English.
The woman looked intently at everything in the car as if this experience was
very new.
She noticed a brown bag on the seat next to Sally.
"What in bag?" asked the Navajo woman.
Sally looked down at the brown bag and said, "It's a bottle of wine. I got
it for my husband."
The Navajo woman was silent for another moment or two. Then speaking with
the quiet wisdom of an elder, she said, "Good trade!"
Sally was driving home from one of her business trips in Northern Arizona
when she saw an elderly Navajo woman walking on the side of the road.
As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car and asked the
Navajo woman if she would like a ride.
With a silent nod of thanks, the woman got into the car.
Resuming the journey, Sally tried to make small talk with the Navajo woman,
but the woman spoke very little English.
The woman looked intently at everything in the car as if this experience was
very new.
She noticed a brown bag on the seat next to Sally.
"What in bag?" asked the Navajo woman.
Sally looked down at the brown bag and said, "It's a bottle of wine. I got
it for my husband."
The Navajo woman was silent for another moment or two. Then speaking with
the quiet wisdom of an elder, she said, "Good trade!"