An old lady of about 80 years old was standing in line before me, holding cereal and milk. She could barely stand and leaned against the counter. She saw that I had only a can of soda and said, “Son, you go before me.” It made me feel warm. So, I made up a cunning plan I paid and pretended tofumble with my wallet as if I had forgotten something important. I stepped aside, letting the cashier scan my soda while I quietly watched the old woman from the corner of my eye. Her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted her grip on the box of cereal, and her smile lingered in a way that suggested kindness was a habit, not a decision. When my receipt printed, I didn’t leave. Continue reading…
