Asking for Some Help
A few years ago, on Mother’s Day I was at a Starbucks and I thought that I’d do something nice for the customer behind me. She was an older lady, so I decided to pay for the drink. While waiting for my drink, I see the barista telling the lady that I had covered her order and instead of smiling or a normal reaction, she began to cry. I went up to her and said I was sorry for paying for her drink; it wasn’t my intention to make her sad. She told me that; she explained that she was having a really bad day because she lost both her son and husband on Mother’s Day. She said that she asked God for a little help that day and it turned out to be me.