So I had just finished a long tiring shopping trip and arrived at my minivan with an overflowing cart. One of the helpers started walking toward me, normally I dont accept their help as I am very fussy as to how things go in my car but when I looked up I saw a survivor. His dark skin pocked marked and his smile showed his few remaining teeth. In a heavy African accent he asked I can help? What could I say? So I asked him if he would mind putting in the heavier things, and he climbed into the back to carefully set things back there to make more room. He was so quiet as he worked and he smiled the whole time. When we were finished unloading the cart he smiled and leaned forward in a soft bow before taking the cart to the corral for me. As he was walking by I offered him a tip and he shook his head and said no no no you are my sister, I am your brother I do it to help and he gave me a hug and squeezed my hands. You are my sister I am your brother. Those words touched my heart because they are words everyone in the world should remember and they came from a man that looked as if he lived a very hard life. I just had to share.
Posted on: Mon, 15 Sep 2014 15:04:47 +0000
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