Arkie John
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I Met An Angel Today
It was 6:30 in the afternoon. I had just completed my shopping and was coming out of the store with a cart holding four bags of goods and a boquet of lillies. I parked the cart inside, as I noticed there weren't too many left for other patrons. After finally grabbing my bags all in my left hand and the lillies in my right, I turned toward the door to exit, only to see this frail, petite little old lady shuffleing ever so slowly toward the door.
My bags contained a gallon of mild and a halfpgallon CranGrape juice--and they were heavy. Not wanting to wait until my next birthday for the little lady to pass, I was easing past the silver-haired old saint, giving her plenty of room to spare. As I was almost out of there and gone for good, I heard her say with a gentle voice, "Oh! Are THOSE for ME???"
I stopped in my tracks, feeling a little guilty for not waiting for her to go first, like my daddy always taught me. Looking directly at her, my eyes beheld an eighties-something little lady with pale skin, fairly short hair and a big friendly smile. Her baby-blue eyes pierced my soul with a twinkle and let me know that she was a lonely, kind-hearted sort who loved life
It was 6:30 in the afternoon. I had just completed my shopping and was coming out of the store with a cart holding four bags of goods and a boquet of lillies. I parked the cart inside, as I noticed there weren't too many left for other patrons. After finally grabbing my bags all in my left hand and the lillies in my right, I turned toward the door to exit, only to see this frail, petite little old lady shuffleing ever so slowly toward the door.
My bags contained a gallon of mild and a halfpgallon CranGrape juice--and they were heavy. Not wanting to wait until my next birthday for the little lady to pass, I was easing past the silver-haired old saint, giving her plenty of room to spare. As I was almost out of there and gone for good, I heard her say with a gentle voice, "Oh! Are THOSE for ME???"
I stopped in my tracks, feeling a little guilty for not waiting for her to go first, like my daddy always taught me. Looking directly at her, my eyes beheld an eighties-something little lady with pale skin, fairly short hair and a big friendly smile. Her baby-blue eyes pierced my soul with a twinkle and let me know that she was a lonely, kind-hearted sort who loved life
Bruce was a nice guy but I avoided him because of the way he made me feel. People are attracted to people by not what they do for them but how they make them feel. 