Something happened to me today. I just feel compelled to write
I was in the Wal-Mart parking lot, putting my groceries in the
car. I heard a lady cursing at someone and then, "Stay the hell
away from me or I'll kill you!!"
I'm trying not to be too nosey or curios. So when I look up, I
see a man selling hand-made rosaries and crucifixes. His head was
down and ashamed, maybe sad.
I pulled out my wallet, gave him some money for a rosary. He
bowed and thanked me.
But this hurt me. This woman's words pierced my heart. I truly
felt sorry for the woman.
I sat in the car for several minutes, fingering the new wooden
beads. I kept asking myself, What on earth was wrong with
that woman? Maybe she simply didn't believe in a God. Maybe
she just wasn't Catholic and thought this man was pushing
religion on her. Either way, she didn't have to react that way.
And that man, making beautiful beads. I wondered if he gets
cursed at all the time. His head bent down, and I wasn't sure if
he was truly ashamed, or if he felt hurt. I literally felt his
It is over a year later. I still have those beads hanging in my
car. It reminds me about that woman. It reminds me to be nice to
others, no matter what kind of day I'm having. I'll just never
know who I'll affect. This lady didn't know I was even around.
She didn't even see me. Yet, she affected me. Profoundly.
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