Ten minutes left for my lunch hour....
Thursday, August 16, 2012
So I'll write a blog.
I have come to pleasantly anticipate reading the regular blogs of some of my Sparkfriends, so I thought it is important that I reciprocate!
Monday at the supermarket.
I am in the checkout line.
It is extra long for some reason.
My first day back at work, I am tired and my foot hurts.
A pleasant looking older lady got in line behind me. She was carrying her groceries in a reusable shopping bag. At least I had paid the deposit and had a shopping cart to lean on.
She answered her phone, and had a clear, bell-like voice. I was not eavesdropping, but I heard "leukemia," and then I heard "heart," and then "guarded condition."
And I had one of those moments when I realized my troubles were minuscule, microscopic, sub-atomic in size.
S I tapped her on the arm and offered that she could go in front of me. At first she said no, then she said yes, and she said to me she would pay this favor forward.
That's the story. No big deal for me, and maybe her day was made a bit easier. I hope so.