I’m a firm believer that things are put in front of you for a reason.
I’ve been having a challenging time as of late, mostly pertaining to my hearing loss.
So when I encountered a man who could neither hear nor speak in the supermarket, I knew it was no accident.
There he was, searching the aisles for honey cake, frustrated he couldn’t find it. Instead of just moseying along, the man started to cry.
Mind you, he was in his 40s, with a Dom Deluise face that would break your heart without tears.
A worker goes to help, looking at a sheet of looseleaf paper he’s holding like the Magna Carta.
“We don’t have that,” she nicely says.
He wails louder.
I couldn’t just watch. I gently approach him and say, “Why not get another kind. What about lemon, or pound cake? I know they have those.”
He tries to speak but can’t, but I can see by his expression, it’s honey cake or nothing.
Not knowing how to help him, I dig out my rusty Catholicism and say a prayer.
“God, I know this is a busy week for you, but would you help this man for heaven’s sake?”
Just then, the nice girl comes over with an Entenmann’s Pound Cake and a jar of honey.
He looks at both tenderly, and finally, stops crying.
I leave humbled knowing, whatever’s going on in one’s life, it can always be a lot worse.
To quote Winston Churchill…If you’re going through hell, keep going.