On a lovely Sunday morning, an elderly woman was cleaning the house when she heard the doorbell ring. With a dusting cloth in hand, she made her way to the door and swung it open, revealing a dapper man with a warm smile standing on her porch.
“Hello, I’m a Jehovah’s Witness,” he began, his tone gentle and polite, “do you have a moment to discuss the Holy Word?” The woman, intrigued by the unexpected visitor, welcomed the man inside with a gracious gesture. They settled at the kitchen table, sunlight filtering through the curtains and casting a gentle glow. The woman had just set a pot of coffee brewing, its comforting aroma filling the air. With a friendly smile, she offered him a cup of the freshly brewed coffee, noticing a hint of hesitation in his eyes.
“Now, sweetheart, what would you like to chat about?” she questioned kindly, her curiosity piqued. The young man’s initial confidence seemed to waver, his face turning pale as he stared down at the steaming cup before him. After a moment of silence, he finally responded, his voice quivering slightly, “I’ve never gotten this far, beats the crap out of me.” The woman couldn’t help but chuckle, her laughter echoing through the cozy kitchen.
It was an unexpected twist to a familiar encounter, a moment that would surely become a fond memory for both the woman and the disoriented visitor.