Mostly True Memoirs

Christmas Cheer

At the grocery store, a very, very, very old man was getting a cart out of the cart corral.

He was moving very, very, very slowly.

I wondered if I should help him.

But maybe he would be insulted.

He finally, finally, finally got his cart, but he saw that I was waiting, so he gave it to me.

And then he started back on his very, very, very slow trek to get another cart.

I felt guilty.

I should be helping him.

I shouldn’t be letting him help me.

I said, “Thank you, Sir.”

His face lit up with an enormous smile.

Maybe I did help him after all.


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