I WAS NEXT IN LINE at the grocery store, right behind a man talking to the cashier about a little girl in the hospital, with a serious illness. I was in no particular hurry, and i inadvertently heard part of the conversation, while day dreaming.
the man asked the little girls name, and wrote it down, then paid for his groceries and left. I unloaded my groceries and the cashier said "how's it going?" "Just fine", i said, and maybe i should have left it at that, but i heard myself say "and i won't have to write down kyleigh's name!"
the young lady behind the cash register replied "thank you sir". Emboldened, i said "I'll keep kyleigh in my prayers too!" "Thank you sir", said the young lady. From what i heard of the conversation, the little girl was going to recover, and be alright.
Feeling ebullient, I proclaimed "and when she comes walking out of that hospital, all well, please remember me" "Thank you sir". Being called "sir", i am finding out, can get a bit annoying to someone with a bit of grey hair, implying the appearance and awareness of age.
Altogether I do not regret my or any part of this conversation, mypart in it, even though it seems i was a bit over eager, in my optimistic desire to express a positive attitude. I am praying for the little girl, from an interesting and unusual position of not knowing her.
So its an abstract prayer, directed to my abstract god. Good enough, it'll do. I believe in it, and i believe i will see the grocery store associate again, and she will tell me that the little girl is home and doing just fine, and i will smile, and, i hope, say nothing.
i've said enough already, and when i get my perceived, hoped for moment of glory, i ought to have enough modesty and class to simply smile, and not say, "I told you so." But i guarantee you, that's what i will be thinking. that, and giving thanks, to my powerful abstract god.
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