Follow Your Heart

I've kind of been feeling sorry for myself the last couple of weeks.  I've been frustrated with the fact that I've gained five pounds in the last few months.  For me, it's really hard to lose it.  I've been considering some drastic options to try and get rid of it.  And the ups and downs have been frustrating.

Today, I went and spent some time with my two grandbabies.  My grandchildren keep me grounded and happy.  All eight of them make my heart happy.  I spent a little more time than I had planned on spending, because Miss Penny needed a nap and was fighting going to sleep.   So, I took her upstairs and read her the same book about five times and sang some lullabyes to her to get her to finally fall asleep.  Nothing more wonderful than snuggling a baby until they fall asleep.

Then I headed to Lowe's to get one more storage unit to go in my living room to help hide the movies and some weed killer.  When I pulled the cart into the check out lane, there was a couple in front of me.  They were having difficulty getting their items paid for and the gentleman pulled out his phone to call his bank.  The checkout girl had me pull to the next cash register and she checked me out.  I took my stuff to my car and there wasn't a cart corral anywhere close.  If you know anything about me, know this - my biggest pet peeve is people who will not take their carts and park them in a corral or somewhere that they can't get loose and damage someone else's vehicle or something.  It especially irks me to see people leave them right outside or within a few feet of the corral.  Rant over.  Because there was no cart corral, I walked the cart inside the store.

Something inside me pulled at me.  I decided to walk around to see if that couple was still there struggling.  They were still standing there and he was waiting on the phone - apparently waiting to talk to someone.  I walked around the register to see how much the order was.  It was a bit of money, but not something I couldn't handle.  I looked at the couple and said, "how about I take care of this and you just pay it forward some time".  The man looked at me and got this astonished look on his face and said, "What?".  I repeated myself.  The woman looked at me, and you could tell she was having a bit of a hard time getting the words out and she said, "my grandmother just died last night, I had to send the rest of our money to my mom so she could get a plane ticket".  So, I just smiled and told her that made it even more worthwhile.   Ran my card, told the cashier to give them the receipt in case they needed to return anything.  When I turned to leave, the man grabbed me in the biggest bear hug and told me thank you.  I then hugged the woman and told her I was very sorry to hear about her grandmother and I walked out.

I'm not telling you all of this to have you be impressed by my nice moment.  I'm telling you this because I feel like you need to listen to your heart.  I was pulled to these people.  I felt that I needed to help them out.   You never know what someone is going through.

Now - how to tell my husband about it.