“Are you from St. Augustine?” I asked our waitress.
“No, I grew up in Wapakoneta, Ohio.
“Wapakoneta? Neil Armstrong’s hometown!” I stated. “My fourth grade teacher was from Wapakoneta. It was unusual at the time (and a real treat for the kids), but our teacher brought a TV into the classroom for us to watch the live TV coverage of his walk on the moon.”
“My grandma knew him.”
“Why did you move here?”
“I’m legally blind and so my parents moved here for the schools when I was little.”
“Oh!” I said sympathetically. “I noticed the light seemed to bother your eyes.”
Later, when it was time to leave a tip, I wasn’t sure whether to leave a tract for Vikki because of her poor vision. After I’d left the table, though, I thought, she can see well enough to waitress, so I should try handing a tract to her.
I went back out to the balcony with the view of the harbor and the fort, where Vikki was clearing our table.
“Vikki, if you’d like it, this booklet is about Jesus.”
“Yes, I would, thank you,” she smiled. “It was nice meeting you.”
God is amazing!
He used a childhood memory from growing up in Cleveland and of knowing someone from Wapakoneta (175 miles from Cleveland) at the very time of Neil Armstrong’s historic moon walk.
Almost five decades later, and 938 miles further away, I meet someone else from Wapakoneta (population 9,474) and our small connection gave me an opportunity to talk to her about Christ.