Half Empty but Very Full
He must have been one of the first ones there that morning. When I arrived he was shouting friendly greetings at employees, asking questions about produce, warning me about bad lettuce. We crossed paths several times, me with baby in tow, cart slowly filling. He tells me of a wife lost to Alzheimers, grandchildren and great grandchildren, of blessings in disguise. All this through joyful eyes covered in cataracts. Each time I see him, there's a smile and a story. As we check out, he allows a lady to go in front of him, even though he only has about 5 items: 2 pounds of sugar, some wafer cookies, a slab of meat, and a few other items. She insists she is okay. "Oh, I've got nowhere to go all day. I'm sure you're busy. Go on ahead." She reluctantly goes ahead and he remarks that all he's got to do today is go home to an empty house and make some cole slaw. He says this all with a smile and a twinkle in his eye. I had entered the store with my list o...