Second Thoughts – Uncommon Common Moments

Greetings Dear Reader,

Sometimes I will end the day with thoughts that are important to get out.  Usually I just write them and put them in my journal folder.  I have chosen that on occasion I will share them with you Dear Reader.

Today is one of those rich October days where the temperature is cool.  The sun is out and standing in it feels just right.   It is one of those days where the portents of winter are in the air but so is the last breath of summer.

I had to gather groceries for the coming week.  I went to my favorite grocer, smiled at several clerks I know, and went to the checkout.  Both the cashier and bagger were people I have interacted with for many years. 

I noticed that the bagger, Sheri, did not greet me with her usual smile.  She was stone faced and woodenly doing her work.  I asked her how she was and she only shook her head.  As the cashier was ringing up my groceries Sheri took a moment to step away from the bagging station and speak to me.

Still stone faced she spoke, “I just learned this morning that my husband only has three to six months to live.” 

Her statement hung there in the air like a bomb in the moment before detonation.  She searched my face for a response.  I looked her in the eye and said, “I realize there is no time to discuss this now.  I do, however, care.  Thank you for trusting me enough to be real.  I will look for you whenever I come in so that you can update me.  I will be praying for you both.”

It was then that Sheri smiled.  That was all there was.  A brief smile.  Then she spoke again, “I know you care.  You treat us all with respect when you are here.  Thank you for reminding me.”

As I walked to the car I prayed for Sheri and her husband.   As I drove back to my place I prayed again.  The difference we make by being kind every day pays off in opportunity to be good to someone in pain.  It results in the chance to do more good for someone.  That is what we do.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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