I’m Rich but I’m broke…Broken but made whole
Standing in line was simple … My kids weren’t with me so
standing in a long line was rather peaceful.
The slower the cashier went and the more stuff the lady in front of me
sent her kid to go get to add to her over the limit of the fast lane
service. Well I counted it all joy as it
added to my peaceful moment to think uninterrupted.
I pondered as I do love to ponder if I should go back and
snatch the list from the man in the scooter and finish his shopping as I had
offered. He was in my eyes struggling a
bit trying to get items that were too high up out of his reach or to low down
and still out of his reach. He let me
help him once as I passed him, after I pleaded to let him let me be freaking
helpful and nice.
I glanced back and asked the lady to save my spot so I could
go check on him. He was staring at something
low on the shelf, but I held back. I
stood my kind freaking ground, so that he could keep his pride intact.
I’m a friendly sort so I laughed with the lady behind me and
told her my dilemma as I wanted to help but didn’t think it would be good. She huffed about how men are and we
giggled.
Then I told her something of a
creed of mine. I’m not rich, but I am
blessed. I will never pay your mortgage
but I will hold a door carry a bag, give you my cart and save you a
quarter.
You too may feel broken like you don’t have enough, but you
are everything to someone. You are
chivalry when you hold a door for a lady who has been abused. You are an angel when you remind another
human of the beauty of humanity.
We are here to serve one another. Not because it’s nice or kind. Because it heals. It heals wounds that we never can see.
You are a healer
You are a forgiver
You are chivalry
Yes you Are
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