As I neared the end of my morning run a woman with two young children (maybe around three and seven years old) asked for directions to a school nearly a mile away.
When I discovered she was on foot and late for the start of school I offered to carry the older child while she carried the younger in order to make better time. She gladly accepted.
As we talked she told me her name was Rose. She was born in Haiti and has been in America for six years. Taking her niece to school that morning, Rose had been informed that the girl was actually enrolled in a different school.
I told her my wife used to work in Haiti, where she learned to speak Creole.
When I left them at their destination, Rose said "God bless you." I said the same in return, and was glad to be able to add, "Au revoir et bonne chance."
