Walking into Burger King, I had a sour face, red, crying eyes. I barely looked up when the cashier said Good morning. Without a reply, I ordered my coffee. In a glance, I could see the young cashier wasn’t looking much better than me. I handed her some cash and picked up my coffee to walk out, barely uttering “Thanks”.
Once I stepped outside, I felt the warm morning sun on my face and stood for just a minute watching a little yellow butterfly. Suddenly, I felt a twinge of guilty conscience. Just a few days ago, I claimed a revelation of “It’s not about me” and yet I just behaved “very ME”. So, I turned around and walked back inside. The young cashier asked if something was wrong. I said, “Yes, I wanted to apologize. You greeted me with good morning and I did not reply. I just came back to wish you a good morning and thank you for your kindness. I hope you have a great day.” A warm smile broke across her face and she waived as I walked back outside.
When the weight of grief consumes me, sometimes it is difficult to remember others may be carrying weight as well. Stress, financial worries, relationship woes, loss, fear, chronic pain – everybody is carrying something. Isn’t it amazing how one kind word can lighten the load a bit? I think we both feel better.