One day at the store

Yesterday I was at a store with the family. The children were having a hard time—maybe because it was later in the afternoon—and one of my girls was kicking her feet, crying to be let out of the cart. (Okay, they were both crying. But this story is only about one of them.)

Suddenly a man tapped me on the shoulder to hand me a little snow boot that had fallen on the ground. My daughter had kicked her boot off during her tantrum and I hadn't even noticed! I probably wouldn't have noticed until we were very much on our way, and quite honestly the time it would take to get back to the boot might have been the end of my sanity.

But this man saved the day by helping me out and handing me a little boot. He could have ignored the haggard woman with the obnoxious children, but instead of judging me worthy to struggle on my own he lent a hand. And it helped me to calm down and remember to keep my patience with the people I love most.

He made a difference because he had compassion.