The past few days have been very challenging for me. I have worried myself sick of this divorce. I finally decided to listen to a good friend who said just turn it all over to God. I am doing that to the best of my ability. Of course I still think about it but I just pray that he will take care of it all so that it works out in Abi's favor. Something else happened yesterday that was really awesome to me. I feel like we are all put here to do a certain job and to help people as much as we can while we are here. Yesterday an older gentleman come in looking for some diesel fuel treatment. He was very nice but I could tell he had faced some health problems in his day. As I cashed him out he began telling me he had lost his son, his one and only child. All he said for a long time was that he was killed and he never expected his childs life to be taken before his own. "Its the hardest thing you will ever go through", was what he kept saying over and over. I could tell he wanted to talk about it so I began asking questions. I asked if he lost him due to a car accident. He told me no. He lost him through a nasty divorce. His son was killed by a third party in his marriage. Can you imagine having to be around his daughter in law so he can see his grandchildren now? He was teary eyed the whole time but stayed very strong. The store was getting full but for some reason, I did not care. They could wait. This particular time was this man's time to talk about his feelings and I was going to listen. He then told me how much it had effected his beloved wife. At the time of his sons death, this man had degenerative muscle disease. He was very sick and could barely care for himself. Then when his wife started to go downhill, he knew he had to be strong and take care of her. He said that even though it seemed like there was no hope for things getting better, he turned everything over to God and begged him for his health back. He just wanted to be healed enough to help his wife after her stroke and heart attack. To see the man now is a miracle. He has no walker or cane, he can speak full sentences, and has such a positive attitude about life. This man walked away with a smile on his face, saying he would return with pictures of his great grandson wearing the same tie his late son wore as a child. I told him I couldn't wait. You see, there was a purpose for that man walking through the doors at Napa. I don't think it was for fuel treatment either. Wether he knew it or not, he was there to help me in my time of trouble. Hopefully me letting him talk about his feelings helped him out too. I sure hope so. One of my coworkers saw him as a man who just needed a friend, someone who just makes up reasons to get out of the house. Or maybe he just wants someone to feel sorry for the hardships he has had to face in life. I do not think any of those are true. My day was only bad until the moment he walked in. Our conversation made me realize that I have one awesome little girl that I already adore. But I realized that I, way too often, take for granted that she will be here tomorrow. Our time on Earth here is way too short and I should cherish every minute of it. I realized that divorce can be much worse and that I should thank God that mine is going as well as it is. I realized that if you turn your problems over to God that he will take care of you. I realized that miracles do happen. Ask and you shall receive. I learned a lot from that man and I truly hope he comes back to show me the pictures he was talking about so that I can thank him for sharing his story with me.
I also learned that you never know what other people are going through. Be kind, considerate and thoughtful to others. I very easily could have blown him off, helped him, rang up his items, and rushed him out the door. Icould tell there was something more though. To think I could have robbed him of helping someone for the day or that I would have been robbed of being touched like I was, really bothers me. I hope this was an eye opener that I will never forget and always remember to be aware of those around me.
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