To the mom in the Albertson’s parking lot: You saw the moment my son grabbed my starbucks cup and spilled it all over himself and the groceries and you didn’t turn away. You saw me stand there with a look of shock on my face as I tried to figure out my next move. You heard my son erupt into tears of shock and frustration and you did not go about your business. You walked right up to us and said, “Here, you take care of your son and I’ll load your groceries.” You pushed past my embarrassment and the yelling and smiled at me. “It’s going to be ok. It’s not the last time he’ll spill your coffee.” I could have cried. Thank you for getting involved in my mess and making it yours. Thank you for showing me grace. Thank you dear lady. May I turn right around and do the same for every single person I meet.
An American humorist, writer and author. When boiling down the chicken soup of life, she finds those golden, fried nuggets of truth & writes them long after the kids go to bed.
