Count your blessings, you have many!
As a clerk at Dollar Tree I was helping a lady customer find
some bird houses, then she followed me to the register with red items saying
she was fixing up her kitchen so she could sell her house.
She noticed the bag of green plastic toy army men for sale
on the counter. We were selling toys for Operation Homefront to donate to
military children in need.
She began to quietly cry. Tears were coursing down her cheek
like an unending river. She said she was happy, though she didn't look it. She
said her son finally got to come home from war. Then is when I understood the
complexity of sad verses happy. She said he and she have been "going
through 18 months of hell. He has PTS, you know."
You could tell she was a very tired woman, her hands were
shaky, and at first I thought she was talking to herself because her eyes were
downcast; she determinedly avoided eye contact.
We don't know what others suffer. And I for sure don't know
what to do in these situations. I did tell her our family was thankful for his
service and that somewhere sometime she'll get little blessings with him.
Count your blessings, you have many!
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