It has to Start Somewhere

I told you I am going through a rough patch right now.  My Dad had a stroke and has had some complications.  That has me switching hours and staying at the hospital most nights from 8pm-2am.  I have mostly adjusted now, but have been irritable, fussy, and sleepy for some time.  Since I already suffer from lack of sleep, it is disheartening.

Regardless, this all is to lead to the story.

The other night, I was on my way to the hospital and stopped at a local store for some bottled water and something to snack on that wouldn’t send my sugar into space.  I got in line and a somewhat younger gentleman (most of them are now) was with the cashier and buying a few items.  I overheard a bit of the conversation.

“I don’t have enough for them both.”

I gathered that the item he wanted was less than a dollar, so I stated:

“I will pay for that.”

Both the cashier and the man looked at me.  The cashier asked if I was sure.  I told her yes and they continued.  The man was happy and thanked me.  I had to pay $0.60.  I told the cashier what was going on in my life and how that seemed too little a problem to have to deal with.

I bought my stuff and left.  I felt just a bit lighter going to the car.  I did a little better for most of the evening.

I decided that sixty cents was a pretty cheap price for being lifted mostly out of the depths of depression for the evening.  I still think I am right.

Pass it forward…

Namaste,

Scott