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.
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