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JESUS AT THE WALMART
Some time ago at the local Walmart
a young woman was standing at the self-checkout
with a cart full of groceries, sobbing her eyes
out. The store was crowded. No one
paid any attention. I was passing by,
and I stopped. She was distraught--
her credit card, denied. I asked how much,
and happened to have the cash to pay
her tab. She said, "You don't have to do that,"
and I said, "Yes, I do." A Walmart employee
pitched in the few pennies I lacked, and I
was on my way, marveling at the line of folks
that saw her distress, and looked away.
Today I was in the local Walmart,
counting my cash until the Government eagle
flies into my checking in a day or so.
When it was time to pay, I found I had
left my wallet on the seat of my car (something
I am prone to do in these absent-minded
years.) I asked the checker to put my cart
aside while I went back to my car.
She said, "He wants to pay for you," and I
turned around to face a forty-something man
in the queue behind me. I said, astonished,
"You don't have to do this." He responded, (unsmiling)
"I know I don't have to do this," at which I said,
"Hug," and put my arms around him, saying
"You will get this back in spades, you know. It's
called Karma." He said, "Pay it forward..."
Random acts of kindness: Jesus
at the Walmart."