Crossing lines

When my sister and I were rolling the world in Arlington, Virginia a woman of the Muslim faith walked by. I respectfully moved the world to one side so she could pass. To my surprise (and delight) she addressed me in very broken-English with smiles and true joy at the sight of the world before her. The message I received, with only three words I could understand , she was filled with happiness to be in America where we can all be free to express ourselves . With expressive arm gestures, a hand to her heart, she parted with three more words I could understand, "Happy nice day!"