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Journal Entry.....

Short story By: MAmberConrad
Memoir



This is an exerpt from my journal from over a year ago. I wanted to share it with you all because of the message it brings.


Submitted:Mar 11, 2008    Reads: 174    Comments: 5    Likes: 4   


9-21-2006
Something happened to me today. I just feel compelled to write about it.
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 pain.
3-11-2008
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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