Have you ever thought about someone, and suddenly they were just there?

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I have a sweet friend, Jessie. When I say sweet, she is one of those people who helps so many people, sees needs that others sees, and has a very strong faith. She works, she took care of her sweet mother for years, she works full time. A friend to many, we have shared many a story and cups of tea or coffee over the years I've known her. She is the lady who made sure we had an air conditioner this summer when my own AC was down for a month. She always seems to know someone who knows someone who has something that is needed. She and a neighbor share the owning and caring of a flock of chickens, so I rarely, if ever, buy an egg. Her health is not good. She's recently had surgery and I know she doesn't feel very well, I wanted to do something for her. I made her favorite meat loaf that she absolutely loves the other day, a turkey meat loaf. One little one for us, and little one for her. I froze hers as I couldn't deliver it to her that day. I knew she would no doubt be home Sunday, as she usually stays home after church, so I decided to gather it together and call her and drop it off--she only lives a mile away. I fixed a little box, and was putting in the apple muffins I made and froze and some mac salad as the last thing when the phone rang. It was Jessie, she was on her way to my house to bring me eggs from her chickens. It was so odd, me fixing her the little meal and her calling as I was getting ready to call her and tell her I wanted to drop it off! Every year she has a cancer walk for our area, organizes it, collects items for prizes and an auction, it takes weeks to get it all together. I always donate a couple of baby blankets or regular sized throws that I made for it. That's basically all I can do, the cancer walk is so well attended that there are too many people there to drag the son through it..at least, not this year. How did it happen that we were both thinking of each other at the very same moment? We had not talked in about a week or so. She hadn't brought any eggs for a while, but I still had a few from the last time she did. She is such a sweetheart. She ends every conversation or visit she has with me with an ''I love you, sweet girl.'' She loves my son, too. She's not wealthy and doesn't have much. But she spreads joy and love all day long, encouraging people. Who wouldn't appreciate fresh eggs and a hug?