Last night I had to run into the Superstore to
grab a few things. I noticed that a lady next to me in the aisle was
speaking french to her husband, so of course, I asked her about
tourtiere. We had a lovely discussion about how it should and should
NOT be made (she uses regular ground beef and pork and would NEVER use
veal). As we parted ways she said to me that she would think of me on
Christmas when she ate her tourtiere with her family, and I promised that I would do
the same.
When I got home, I saw the obituary of someone I knew.
She
was a young mother that I got to know during her pregnancies.
She was
lovely.
I have no idea how she died, but I do know that she left 2
small children.
She lived in my neighbourhood.
I would see her now and
then and wave.
What a tragedy.
To me, those moments of chatting with a
stranger in the grocery store, or a new mom in the clinic are what make
life beautiful.
Life is precious and sometimes too short.
Don't be
that cranky shopper.
Talk to strangers.
You may make their day, and
they may make yours.
That stranger could be my sister, my friend, someone I love.
That stranger may need a kind word to keep them going...
--Be kind for everyone you meet is fighting a
great battle.-- Plato
