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Tonight.
At work there was this elderly couple that seemed really sweet. I stood behind the counter, minding my own business, lost in my little world of unpacking boxes, when they came in. The woman rushed across the store as though she’d been in it a thousand times. The man walked over to the counter and said, “We’re back! You probably don’t remember us, but we remember you.”
I smiled and bashfully managed to say, “Aww, well, I am here all of the time.” But I could tell there was a reason he remembered me. It was like I had helped them find something or I had given them water when they were lost in the desert. I felt bad, though. For the life of me, I could not remember them. I remember thinking to myself as I looked at his smiling face that I wouldn’t have been able to pick him out in a line of people. I think it is easy to be consumed by what we’re doing. It is easy to forget the nice things we do for others because we’re so busy trying to look out for ourselves.
But thank you, elderly couple, for remembering me because there have been countless nights I have left that store feeling forgotten.
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