The perfect gift, from an unexpected place
I was overwhelmed with emotion. I couldn’t really say much, because I didn’t want to cry, but I told him it was absolutely no trouble at all and I scurried out of the store before the waterworks turned on.
What I should have told him was that he gave me a gift in that store. He gave me something that can’t be bought or sold, something people forget they have every day. He gave me the opportunity to reach out and help another human being, one who isn’t as fortunate as I am. I am deeply appreciative of that gift.
I went home and looked around at how full my life is. We are so blessed to have the means to put gifts under our tree, food in our fridge, gas in our car. I called George and told him how thankful I was for him and our family, and then I cried for about an hour. And as weird as it sounds, that cry felt good. I felt like I understood what the season is truly about, and I was again struck by how big a gift that little old man gave me. I never even got his name, but I sincerely hope and pray he has the best holiday he can.