I have been meaning to write this post for a while.
Several weeks ago I had to go to Costco for something. I had both the little boys with me. We made it through shopping and then had some trouble at the cash register. The register just quit working as I was checking out. In an effort to get it working the cashier called over the manager and after what seemed like an hour but what was probably five or ten minutes the whole line was moved over to a different register. While they were messing with the register I was dealing with the boys wanting to get out of the cart. For the most part they were okay but they were done being in there and wanted the hot dog I promised.
So we get the hot dog and a knife so I could spilt it in two. Finding a seat was tough and I was pushing the cart to get a table the knife fell out of the cart. Where I left it. It was too much to even consider picking it up under the table.
After we found a seat. And I sort of had the boys settled a man with a little boy about two walked up to me and said "I saw you dropped the knife so I got you a clean one" he went on to say something about having my hands full and how they were about to have two children in January. I almost cried. Here was a guy who had his own child but saw that I needed help and responded to that need.
It was a little thing. But it wasn't. It was huge. It made my day. Somebody whose name I will never know and likely never see again reached out.
I need to respond to those little needs more. I need to be on the look out for that mom who appears to be at her breaking point and drops a knife.
Several weeks ago I had to go to Costco for something. I had both the little boys with me. We made it through shopping and then had some trouble at the cash register. The register just quit working as I was checking out. In an effort to get it working the cashier called over the manager and after what seemed like an hour but what was probably five or ten minutes the whole line was moved over to a different register. While they were messing with the register I was dealing with the boys wanting to get out of the cart. For the most part they were okay but they were done being in there and wanted the hot dog I promised.
So we get the hot dog and a knife so I could spilt it in two. Finding a seat was tough and I was pushing the cart to get a table the knife fell out of the cart. Where I left it. It was too much to even consider picking it up under the table.
After we found a seat. And I sort of had the boys settled a man with a little boy about two walked up to me and said "I saw you dropped the knife so I got you a clean one" he went on to say something about having my hands full and how they were about to have two children in January. I almost cried. Here was a guy who had his own child but saw that I needed help and responded to that need.
It was a little thing. But it wasn't. It was huge. It made my day. Somebody whose name I will never know and likely never see again reached out.
I need to respond to those little needs more. I need to be on the look out for that mom who appears to be at her breaking point and drops a knife.
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