Last week was my first full week back to life. It was a toughy for me, as stated by my previous post, but I survived with a smile still on my face. Despite what some people might think, I am actually happy. I still smile, and laugh, and enjoy. But something that hasn't returned is light-heartedness. Don't know if that makes sense to anyone else but me, but I don't feel light hearted. But I also don't think thats bad. I have a different perspective on my purpose in life, that's all. Anyway, today I wanted to mention kindness.
Last week, at the beginning of my toughy week, I went to Frys Marketplace to get some things so that we can actually eat good food that I have prepared in my own kitchen, because up till last week we had been surviving on the generosity of some sweet ladies from my church who brought us GREAT meals, and LOTS of it so that we could eat some then and freeze for later. And that supply was gone. And I think we were getting tired of pizza, Dominoes or Papa Murphys, love them, but we were reaching our limits. So I went to Fry's, a big step for me to getting back to life. Got the "race cart", the best invention ever with two small boys, got the groceries, rang them all up, went to pay... and I DIDN'T have my wallet. And of course I didn't have my checkbook because who carries those around anymore. Ugghhh. So, I sincerely apologized to the cashier, promised to be back in 20 minutes to pay and pick up my groceries and headed out the door sooooo annoyed with myself. When all of the sudden this sweetheart of a girl, about 12 or 13, who reminded me of my niece back in Utah, came up to me breathless ( she had been running apparently) and said, " Excuse me, excuse me. But, um, my grandma wants to pay for your groceries. Can she do that." Oh, so nice. But I said, "Oh no. Thank you though. Tell your Grandma thank you, but thats ok. I'll just go home and get my wallet. Thanks again." And then she left. So I start getting my two boys strapped in the car when this sweetheart girl runs up to me again saying, " Ummm, my Grandma ALREADY paid for your groceries." So then this sweetheart girl ran all the way back, got my groceries, brought them out to my car, and I tearfully thanked her and asked her to please tell her Grandmother how thankful I was for her kindness. I love hearing stories like this. I love that it happened to me. I felt so humbled, and pretty undeserving, but very, very grateful.