Angelic Kindness Happens
I was past low with no clue which way to go.
Thanksgiving was approaching and I did not
know how to tell my son, with no show of woe,
that there would be no turkey for roasting.
I felt like an adult failure unworthy of a savior.
Never in my grown life had I known such strife.
My anxiety over money cut me like a knife.
On the morn I determined to tell my son,
an unexpected check came via the U.S. mail
and relief winds lifted my hopes into a sail.
Glee took me to my bank to make the deposit,
then straight to shopping for our food closet.
At the checkout, my world crashed and burned
because my emotions were again angst-turned.
Card Declined – cannot be, I must go see.
.
I could barely speak but did succeed to
ask the cashier to please watch my cart
while I drove for info my bank might depart.
I learned when your funds are a sad balance
banks are horribly strict and even callus.
I had little money so I could not have money
for five banking days. I landed inside a haze,
felt sore all over, cried more and walked in a daze.
With a heavy, dull heart, I drove back to my cart
so I could do right by my regular grocery store.
I wished to say sorry, explain why I was poor
and then return merchandise to its place.
The cashier listened with a smile on her face
and when she spoke, I was lifted by grace:
The woman who had stood behind me in line
had bought all in my cart and it was now mine.
I do not remember this stranger’s face,
but will lifelong be grateful for her kindness.
Her praiseful, selfless embrace secured my
authentic place back among the faithful.
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