There was a knock. We both looked simulatenously to the direction of the door. The knob turned hesitantly. An elderly woman, probably in her 70s, stood at the door. I knew she needed medical attention. So I excused myself and waited at the bench outside Roselyne’s office. After a short while, the woman stepped out and I went back in.
“It took the intervention of well-wishers, some of them strangers to pay for my surgery,” she continued, ignoring the disruption that we had a while ago. I found my seat. “In other cultures, what I’m doing is callled ‘paying forward’. When you receive the kind of grace I received from God and well-wishers, the best way to pay back is to help others.”