Musing about my neighbor's kindness

One of my neighbors knocked on my door yesterday, telling me she would be stopping for lunch while she was out and asking if I'd like for her to bring me some okra.  Sure!  Lots of folks here know that's my favorite food.  So an hour or so later, she knocked on my door again and handed me a bag of crispy fried okra.  She wouldn't let me pay for it, saying it was a gift.  It was the best thing I've eaten all week.  Thanks, Freddie!