Broke my heart open at Costco today.
I went to pick up an rx and
wet wipes and nothing else (the "nothing else" was very important and
very hard because the wet wipes are at the verrry back, past all the
delicious, easy, pre-made meals). Pushing a cart carrying Lana and a box
of wipes that weighs as much or more than her is tough for me right now
- but I can do it because I can NOT do no wet wipes - and I was panting
by the time we got out the door.
Then, I notice a little
old lady get out of her car, pulled up next to the doors, hobbling like
one leg was in enormous pain, and she opens her trunk and walks over to
her cart piled so high I have no idea how she pushed that around. And
my heart ached, and I said out loud to no one, "Oh, Honey!" Because I
know what that's like, literally.
I peek into the car to see if a
husband or someone is with her. Nope. And then I watch, panting and
slowly pushing my cart away, as person after person, able-bodied man
after man, passed RIGHT BY HER. And no one stopped. Some looked and
turned their heads, but kept on walking. And my heart just BROKE. Why
was no one helping her???
So I turn my cart around and walk up to
her and ask if she needs help, and can I help her load her groceries
into her car. (My body was insisting that it was impossible for me to
do that much work, but my heart was demanding that it was impossible to
leave her like that.) She said, "Bless your heart." but wouldn't let me
help. "There was supposed to be someone here to help me." I looked
around again - no one coming to her, none of the employees paying any
attention to her.
So I turn my cart around again, really panting
now, and go to the employee at the door and tell her someone needs to
help that lady. She radioed for someone. I asked her how long it would
take. She shrugged and said it would be several minutes because none of
the cart-helpers had radios on them. (What was the point of radioing?) I
frowned a little at her, Lana held up our smiley-face-marked receipt
showing we'd paid for wet wipes, and finally she called out to another
employee close by to ask him to help the tiny old lady load her car. And
I waited there until I was sure he was doing it.
And then I
panted and pushed my cart towards my car again, nearly in tears
wondering how on earth this lady was going to UNload her groceries. But
there's only so much I could do, so I said a prayer for her, and prayed
some of those people who passed by would learn how to look around and
SEE. Maybe that's part of what Jesus meant when he said, "Those who have
eyes to see, let them see." I wonder.
now I'm at home, breathing better, and letting Lana watch "Go Diego,
go!" because he's less annoying than Dora. And I just heard, in the
theme song, "Helping out each other is good for everyone." I think maybe
they should play that on the radio now and drive us all insane because
we can't get the lyrics out of our heads, but at least we'd know that
"helping out each other is good for everyone."
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