I believe in angels. Angels on earth and angels who live in heaven.
Today, I needed a few items from the grocery store so with my list in hand I headed out for a quick trip. A long story short, my quick trip ended up a tad longer with many items, not on my list, waiting to be checked out.
At first, I thought about self-checking, but a quick glance at the line, I thought otherwise. The twenty-five items or less was closed leading me to another checkout. As I walked past each opening with magazines gracing the entrance, I was drawn to check out thirteen. It had nothing to do with the number. I just felt compelled to be cashed out on that register.
As I was placing my items on the belt, I noticed the friendly cashier was helping a young mother get her many bags in her cart. This lovely lady spoke lovingly to the two little antsy children waiting for their mother to pay.
Then I noticed it. The cashier’s hands were shaking. Not from being cold but involuntary shaking. I remember the smile of this sweet woman when I handed her my grocery bags. It was a genuine smile. A caring smile. I watched how she picked up each item and scanned it then placed it behind her. She asked how my day was going and remarked how cold it was. This sweet woman did not miss a beat in spite of the shaking of her hands. After I paid and received my receipt, she smiled and wished me a good day. As I walked away, I glanced back and saw her scanning and bagging while talking and smiling at her new customers.
Later that afternoon, after the groceries were put away, and dinner was in the oven, I sat down with a cup of hot tea. My thoughts went back to the sweet gal, who in spite of shaking hands, worked hard to scan and pack my bags then went one step further with her kindness. I remember as I took my receipt from her hand, she reminded me to stay warm.
I spent a total of about eight minutes with this precious woman but what she taught me will last a very long time. Today, I met an angel on earth. An angel with shaking hands who taught a lesson on never giving up, being brave and courageous, and that kindness and caring can warm hearts, even on a cold winter’s day.
My name is Cynthia Jean DeLuca. I am a wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. I believe in following your dreams and never giving up! Helping others is very important to me, for when we help others, we help ourselves. It is my hope to make a difference in the lives of children and grown-ups. My hobbies are writing, quilting and painting. I am a novice at all three but, enjoy them immensely. I grew up on a farm with no indoor plumbing and no heat in our upstairs. I love life and have a very strong faith. Working on inspirational short stories for grown- ups. Love to speak on topics that touch my heart.
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