Sometimes it’s small people with small purpose.
“Maybe this will do the trick,” Micheal sighed as he entered the convenience store. Stepping up to the frozen drink machines, a hand from behind grabbed him by the shoulder, provoking a shudder. “Everything is going to be okay. God bless you,” came a gentle voice from behind.
Micheal turned around to find an old man with ogling eyes, a dark greying beard, and a plaid shirt staring back at him. Raising his eyebrows, he offered a questioning thank you and waited for the man to elaborate. After an awkward moment of silence, the man sidestepped him and continued on like the conversation had already ended, leaving Micheal to watch as he waved at the cashier and walked out the front exit.
Drink in hand, Micheal surveyed the area when he left the store, but no plaid shirt was in the parking lot. The man’s words kept replaying in his head–Everything is going to be okay. God bless you. Sipping in silence, his eyes traced cracks on the ground until bubbles began to burst in his straw. Finally, he raised his head and threw his empty cup away. “Maybe so,” he said as he started towards his vehicle. “Maybe so.”
Questions for discussion:
- Who was the man in the convenience store, and how did he affect Micheal?
- Have you ever had an experience like Micheal?
- How can small actions serve a greater purpose?