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I couldn’t figure out how to get my [reward card] points at the local gas station pumps so I decided to ask the lady working inside about the procedure. I mean, free groceries are free groceries, right?
The lady who was working behind the counter had very kind eyes and a gentleness in her ways. She greeted me with a smile and as I fished around my purse for my wallet, she asked me, “So, are you ready for Christmas?”
I told her, “I’m ready. These days have been a quiet countdown to Christmas day. I’m not running around at all. Feels good. How about you? You enjoying the season?”
I was really taken back with the woman’s response.
“Usually, I love this time of the year but my daughter’s husband has been mad at me for the past four months and he won’t let my husband and I see our two grand-kids.” I’m just heartbroken about it.”
I was about to express my sadness about her situation but she began to cry and continued to talk.
“Why do people have to win? Why do they have to be stronger and more powerful and more right? Why can’t people just love each other?
I offered the woman a Kleenex and I just stood with her for a few seconds.
Neither of us talked.
I could see that the woman was embarrassed and as she wiped her eyes, she joked, “This is what happens when you come to a small town gas station!”
I smiled and asked her, “Are you and your husband alone on Christmas Day? Would you like to come to our place?” I also joked back with, ” An invitation for Christmas dinner at a stranger’s house is also what happens when you serve customers at a small town gas station.”
“Oh, you’re so kind but no…we’re not alone. We have nine children and a handful of grand-kids. We’re going to be eating so many turkeys this Christmas, my husband and I are going to start gobbling. I just can’t understand why people don’t choose love. Not just at Christmas. All the time.”
I nodded. I couldn’t have said it better.
“Thank you for blessing me with your words. I hope you and your son-in-law reconcile.”
She smiled, handed me a candy cane and said, “Merry Christmas.”
I leaned over the counter and gave her a big hug.
“And to you.”
The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no commandment greater than these. Mark 12.31
Diane Lindstrom lives in a small town in Ontario, Canada and is the author of Sisters in the Son: Reconnecting Older and Younger Women.