I held the refrigerator door open for a man at the grocery store tonight. I giggled and told him I didn’t want to squish his head ☺️
He told me not to worry – he’s survived 3 closed head injuries and the door couldn’t hurt him.
I smiled and told him I’m so happy that he’s here standing in front of me and it’s nice to see his smile.
He told me he’s here because of Jesus. That he fought until finally surrendering in 1994.
I smiled warmly and told him I think that’s wonderful.
He asked me if I liked jerky and pulled out a bag from his pocket. He said he makes it with hotdogs and they aren’t on sale anymore.
I thanked him kindly and told him to have a beautiful evening. I watched him wander through the store, chatting with himself as people backed away from him.
I held the “jerky” with gratitude. I took a deep breath. He slowed me down after leaving my house angrily. He centered me. He reminded me to hold onto my faith, not asking or judging me for what I believe in, but proudly speaking of his savior. A reminder to love harder than ever.
No, I didn’t eat the jerky. I loved it though.