my mom and i went grocery shopping. on a hunt for a turkey and all of the ingredients for our family thanksgiving meals to be held in the next two days.
ahead of us in the check out line was a woman wearing a tattered coat. pushing a cart holding her purse and three grocery items. '$7.35,' the cashier asked. with a blank look on her face, the woman moved to a nearby counter to pour out her purse and scrounge for change and dollar bills. watching this woman pour out all she had in exchange for the little groceries she was attempting to purchase.
behind us in the check out line were two woman purchasing a handful of items. upon completion of their items and food stamps being scanned, the woman sighed in disappointment of not having enough money to purchase all they had picked out. they began returning items one at a time until their total reached the amount they held in their hand.
ahead of us and behind us in line these women stood.
abandoning embarrassment of what they did or didn't have in hopes of attaining what they needed.
i was humbled in that place.
great is my thanks - for i've been given much.
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I'm glad you posted this because it gave me a chance to think about it, when honestly, I hadn't. I wish I could say that I did more to help, but...sometimes I just don't know where to start if that makes sense. Something to think about. My thanks is great....Thanks for reminding me.
ps- I even made a journal entry about what I was thankful for yesterday...and as cheesy as I thought it was going to be, it was actually relieving.
I had to delete my entire comment because i misspelled a word. Which I later realized, wasn't even misspelled. So, sorry about that empty comment area.
It's cold in my house.
Cuts off brain cells.
brr..
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