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 when he saw that I was waiting, 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.
“Thank you, Sir,” I said, offering up some Christmas cheer.
His face lit up with an enormous smile.
Maybe I did help him after all