My Friend at the Market

We get our produce, milk and bread from a man at a local farmer’s market. I thought he was Amish, but  turns out he’s Mennonite. I had bit of a Seinfeld moment when I found out…

“I thought I was getting advice from a Chinese woman!”

I thought I was getting produce from an Amish man!

I got over it. Besides, he hangs out with Amish farmers so he’s totally in with that crowd. 

He’s a smart young man. Passionate about his work and his beliefs. We were talking one day and the subject of corporate America came up. Whew! Don’t get him started! He went on a bit of a rampage about Satan, and the devil being behind the whole GMO food issue and what’s wrong with agriculture these days.

We don’t do Satan and the devil. Normally I would not care if a person wanted to spout their beliefs like this, to each his own, but Seth was with me and I didn’t want him to be frightend.

I had to say something.

“Well, we use different terminology for what you are saying. Instead of  of God vs. the devil, we say Love vs. fear.”

He paused, tipped his head to the side, raised his right eye brow, and piercing a hole through me with his intense eye contact said, 

“Same thing.”

I let out my breath, we both smiled.


I love when that happens.

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3 Responses to My Friend at the Market

  1. Wanda says:

    Good. Love connection.

  2. Carrie Link says:

    I love when that happens, too! Totally!

  3. amber says:

    Yep, same thing.


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