Hello Beautiful People!
I’m not quite sure why but I seem to do my best work at the grocery store. Blame it on being a foodie – I love food and wine and I imagine that state lets me be happier, more aware and receptive. 
I headed over to a grocery store in another town today primarily because I had earned (by purchasing enough groceries) a coupon for $7 off a turkey. While we already have several in the freezer and one in the fridge defrosting I thought I could pick up another for after the holidays. Did I mention I love food?
So list in hand and 45 minutes to get back to the office I started zipping through the aisles. When I reached the birds I noticed that most were much bigger than I wanted to make room for or that we really needed for that matter. Well, maybe I’ll just leave it in the freezer case….no wait!
An elderly man, greying and quite lost in his task, was hunched over the display turning over the tags, one after another, to check the prices. Ureka~ opportunity presented!
“Excuse me sir?”
Didn’t hear me….slightly louder this time….”Excuse me sir?”
Even a woman next to me looked up…guess that was loud enough.
Holding out the “Can you use this coupon? It’s for the turkey”
Not looking up, He grumbled unintelligibly and took it. I headed off on my merry shopping way happy to have heard a grumble.
While some people may have been put off by the response or lack of it I learned, some years back in Mexico of all places, that I’m content with it.
We’ve been traveling to Mexico annually for 12 years now and on our 3rd trip down I brought down a suitcase full of children’s clothing in hopes of donating them. What I didn’t know back then being young and full of good intentions was that the Mexicans are a very proud, strong, family-oriented people. It wasn’t as easy as I had imagined just to give away clothing.
We tried to give them to our housekeeper but she wouldn’t take them. When we asked a bellboy if he knew of somewhere to put them to use his manager became very upset with us. Finally, as the cab we were waiting on arrived the bellboy asked the driver if he had small children. He answered yes, abruptly took the clothes, dumped them in the trunk and never said a word to us for the entire ride.
I felt like such a heel.
What I didn’t understand then was that I couldn’t ride in a white horse and attempt to “save” someone. I had to wait for the right loving moment making sure to leave pride intact. I humbly had to ask for them to accept my offer or not. Either way had to be ok….my intentions led the way.
in kindness and gratitude,
sf sheri















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