Two days ago, we paid tribute to the former student I lost in this post. It was a gathering of community members, friends, and family. His brother gave an incredible speech to everyone in attendance about how much love his brother had for others. And it’s true–the kid knew from a young age how to share and show love for others, a tactic not even those twice my age often employ. The call to action was that those there remember to share our love as a testament to what can no longer be shared by Dane.
And yet, this week I’ve been shown so much love by those that are not Dane. Perhaps, though, that is the way it works. Perhaps the love he isn’t able to share is now coming out in those left behind.
Saturday, my son and I ran to Wal-Mart to grab a few items that we couldn’t live without before Sunday: cat food, dog food, and contact solution. You know, the really important stuff. It’s late for me–after 7 p.m. because I’m old–and I just want to go home. I grabbed the items quickly and went to the front. A man whom I’d seen while walking to the front let me in front of him in line. While checking out, he asked “Can I do something nice for you?” and before I could respond, he swiped his card and paid for my items. $40 worth of pet food and eyeball fluid, paid. I didn’t even know what to do. He wouldn’t tell me his name, so I stuttered through a “thank you” and said I’d pray for him.
On The Way Up... 