Kindness ~ A true story

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We can’t help everyone, but everyone can help someone.

~ Ronald Reagan

Yesterday our local grocery store was jam-packed with shoppers.  I guess because it is Monday and because it’s summer, (but it wasn’t a beach day) that there were more than the normal amount of shoppers busy filling their carts and trying to get through the aisles.  I don’t usually shop on a Monday for just that reason, but yesterday I need a few things and thought I’d just stop in.

Pressure was mounting believe it or not as busy people continued to try to get through the aisles and get their shopping done efficiently ~ you know the get in, get out type of shoppers?  Well, I had decided to just peruse every aisle, getting a little cool exercise in on a hot muggy day.  As I rounded the 4th or 5th aisle, I saw it was looking like an obstacle course, but because I needed an item, I decided to just go on through slowly.  It took some time as I smiled and even excused myself as I passed a few of the shoppers.  One woman in particular thanked me for excusing myself as I walked in front of her.  She commented how everyone seemed to be in such a hurry and were rude.  We just smiled with understanding and wished each other a good day.

There was a man up ahead, about 55 years old, standing in the middle of the aisle.  The 20-something aged lady in front of me was growing impatient.  I heard her loudly say, “excuse me” two times and then proceeded to try to pass him and his cart.  It was a tight squeeze and as she went past him, she clipped him on the heel.  He started, having been intent on searching for an item on the shelves and moved to let her by.  His face contorted in pain as she sailed by, knowing that she had hit him, but oblivious in her hurry.  She bustled past throwing over her shoulder, “I said excuse me twice and you didn’t move.”

I was behind them, having seen the whole event.  I walked over to him and simply asked if he was ok.  He turned to me and replied, “I’m sorry.  I had chemo this morning.  I guess I just didn’t hear her.”  Turning back towards the shelves he mumbled, “I can’t seem to find my favorite chili mix.”

Well, you know me…I had chemo, I love to help and he just had my heart immediately.  So I pushed my own cart off to the side behind his so that we were out of the way of other shoppers and I came up along side of him.

“Tell me what you’re looking for and let’s find it together,” I suggested as I walked next to him.

“I’m having 150 people to my home this weekend for my son’s graduation.  I’m a chef, well I used to be before chemo and I only like X chili mix and I can’t find it.  I know it’s here.”

“Well then we’ll find it,” I reassured him as my eyes scanned the shelves.  “I had chemo too so I know how hard it is to deal with and I’m impressed that you are here at the store already.  I hope you are taking good care of yourself.”

“You had chemo this morning too?”

“No, I had it 13 years ago, but I’m still here.  Hey, here’s the section for chili, but I don’t see the brand you want.”

He reached up and plucked a package from the shelves, “No, it’s not here, but this is my 2nd favorite brand.  I’ll use this.  Do you know that I weighed 400 pounds when I started chemo and now look at me.”  He must have weighed 200 pounds now.  “I lost so much weight during chemo, that’s the only part that’s been good.”

“I know, you men always lose weight and we women gain it during chemo.  I used to be a stick!” I replied giggling as he laughed with me.  “You know you should never eat your favorite meal the night before chemo because it won’t ever be your favorite again if you get sick the next day.”

“I never met a meal that wasn’t my favorite.”  We laughed as he rubbed his belly.  “And they’ve given me medical marijuana to help with the nausea.  Now I’m always hungry, but I am not gaining weight.”

“Well, whatever works!  Congratulations to your son and my best wishes to you for continued good health.”

“Thanks for being an angel to me.  God bless you,” he held out his hand to me. “Thank you for helping me.”

“God bless you sir and take good care of yourself, ” I replied squeezing his hand and reaching out my other hand to his arm and patting it.

We took a moment to smile at one another and then he turned away to his cart and I moved to mine.

I walked away smiling, feeling blessed, knowing that we connected and sparkled for a moment in eachother’s lives.  I can’t help the world, but I can help someone.  Every single day.

Shine On!

xo

 

 

 

 

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48 thoughts on “Kindness ~ A true story

  1. I loved reading this story Yvonne! 🙂 I love such meetings! 🙂 I knew you would help that lovely man before you even got to that part of the story! 🙂 You would helped anyone in need, if you you were able to give them what they needed, I know that in my heart!! 🙂 Can I share a story with you of kindess? I think you’d say yes, so I will share it 🙂 Some years ago when my brother had just finished his college degree and I were staying at home awaiting his first job, he encountered a man on the bus station. This man was foreign to Norway and did not speak Norwegian. He came up to my brother and asked him in English for some money. Now, we are not used to beggars in Norway as we have such a good social security system, so my brother concluded that this man must be a refugee or an asylum seeker. My brother is very principled and he did not want to give money to the man as he did not know what he was going to spend the money on. My brother asked the man what he needed the money for, the man said he had small children and he needed baby food and diapers and stuff for the children. My brother was still not convinced as this is a typical thing to say to fool people, so my brother said: You know what, I will take you to the local supermarket and you can pick out what you need there. The man was quite surprised by this and little reluctant at first, but he agreed and went with my brother to the supermarket. There, my brother took a trolley and told the man to fill it with what he needed. The man started picking up diapers, baby food, millk, butter, juice, bread and lots of other stuff until the trolley was completely full. Then they went to the cashier, and my brother paid for the whole thing and helped the man carry the bags to the bus, then he told the man goodbye and went on with his day, two hours later then he was supposed to. I have no idea how much money he spent, but it was a lot, and he was just fresh out of college and did not yet have a job. I think what my brother did was so awesome and kind and wonderful!!! 🙂 🙂 🙂 My brother is your typical scientist, atheist, realist type, so few expected this from him, but I know him, and he is the kindest person I know 🙂 🙂 🙂

  2. Your brother is much like you Trini as I can see that caring, loving person in him that I know in you. I think when we touch others, heart to heart, we, the givers, get back much more than we give. I am sure it made your brother’s day to know he not only helped the man, but his family. I am so blessed to hear your story. Of course, I wanted to know it! ♥♥♥

  3. Your heart is so big and your compassion so warm. I loved this inspiring story. It makes me want to go out and look for a place I can offer comfort. Thanks!!!

  4. This story made my day, is very touching. I know how hard is when a person gets chemo, I use to go back to work after my chemo session and then the second day will take it off…it was painful time but also learn to be kind to others. Thank you for sharing, you are an angel!

    • I hope so, although I think he is nursing a hurt ankle. Those carts can carry a whallop when you get hit by them. But thank you. The encounter benefited us both I think as I was moved by his courage and love for his son to be shopping and preparing a feast for 150 while enduring chemo since I know all about how much it depletes us!

  5. I loved reading this story. What comes from the heart goes to the heart and that is you! Thank you for sharing, this made me cry because it only takes a moment to be kind and life is too short to be in such a hurry. Have a beautiful day! Peace, love, blessings.

      • Yes, I experience the best moments when I just relax and don’t rush. It is so great how the universe works. I believe the gentleman that you helped had the best experience of all. Have a beautiful day!

  6. We all need to hear more stories like this instead of listening to the news. There are so many good people in the world…and LOVE is so powerful!

  7. Thank you for this. Small kindnesses are the fabric of life. I thank you for sharing this story, but more than that, I thank you for showing him compassion. You have lifted more than one heart with this. Bless you.

    • Oh you make my heart sing with your kind words. My heartfelt thanks to you for visiting here and for commenting. I simply did what many of us do on a regular basis. I stopped and listened and I reached out to another human being in kindness. Isn’t that the fabric of our world? ♥ Or shouldn’t it be? 🙂

      • It absolutely should be. I agree that many of us do these things on a regular basis. We are in this world together, and our charge is to love one another and help where we can. Unfortunately, the drumbeat of negative news often drowns out the small, sweet voices of these acts of love and compassion. My hope is that one day the tide will turn and the positive will drown out the negative.
        My mother was a breast cancer survivor, but sadly, my sister lost her difficult fight three years ago. I have drawn strength from their examples of courage and love. Even in the throes of her worst chemotherapy side effects, my sister still reached out to her friends with cancer, giving them hope and a shoulder to lean on. She was a model of selflessness, reaching out to comfort me and our other sisters as we struggled with her awful diagnosis. Three times over 10 years she mustered her strength and courage to fight. She inspired me then and for the rest of my life.
        Your blog, your experiences, and your examples are also inspirational. Please continue to share your journey and love with the rest of us. It matters.

      • My heartfelt thanks for your kind comment. Please know that I am sending you and your family heartfelt, healing hugs. Your sister surely was someone very special as are you. I am here if you ever need a hug…just stop by, my arms are always open xo

  8. I love this, and I love you for being such a kind and caring person! It’s hard when we get busy, but I try to remember that we don’t know what’s going on in someone else’s life. Sometimes it’s worth taking a moment to find out, because it’s almost always something that we didn’t consider. You’re a doll!

  9. What a beautiful story and something we all need to hear because I will confess, I am also too in a hurry and grow impatient. I needed the reminder to stop and smell the roses and help someone no matter how small or big the task. You have a servants heart and I thank God that you share that with us to help us become servants as well. A kind word or kind deed goes a long way. May God continue to bless you as you shine your love on all of us.

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