Today I had to run an errand for work; so, while I was out, I thought I’d take my lunch break and wander around Target for a few minutes. As I was walking into Target, I noticed a young woman pushing a shopping cart along the sidewalk. It appeared as though she was preparing to push the cart off the curb and into the parking lot, and I just knew she was going to dump the contents of her cart right out onto the asphalt.
Well, it turned out I was right. Her cart tipped to the side as she pushed it off the curb and her newly purchased items went spilling onto the ground. I rushed over, asked her if she was ok and began to help her collect her items. Her response to my inquiry was telling. She muttered, “This is the least of my problems” as she too gathered her purchases. Not knowing how to respond, I said I’m sorry and picked up the last item, a carton of skim milk. I placed it in her cart and she thanked me before she was on her way again.
As I walked away from her, I couldn’t help but hear the hurt in her voice as her words replayed in my head. It gave me a sense of satisfaction knowing that I had helped someone in a small way while they were having, what I assume was, a terrible day. I wish I could have said more to her in those few short seconds but that probably would have been unwelcome. At the very least, she knows that there are people out there who will lend a hand when your shopping cart falls over. I hope her day gets better. It definitely improved mine to know I helped someone in need.