Thursday, March 29, 2012

The Door Opens

The door opens to the store. I send the customers off to find different cards: Sympathy, Birthday, Get Well, get the point. With each door opening, a story enters. With each card, a story is told. Most days are filled with laughter and good feelings. Some days catch me off guard.

The man came to the counter with his card. He didn't say much. I know how to read the signs. I just took the card and rang it up. He began sorting through the glass rocks next to the register. Each has only one word on it. Joy. Hope. Love. A word for a feeling.

"I think I need one of these," he said. He then looked through the coins in the angle display, handing both to me.

"It sounds like you're not at a good place right now," I said tentatively.

"No.......". He went on to tell me that he and his wife had just lost their twin babies who were conjoined at the heart and stomach. Two babies clinging to one another and clinging to life. Neither could be saved. Their first child had been a miscarriage. I had no words to offer. I wanted to take him in my arms and hug him. But I guess that's not in the sales associate handbook.

I let him talk. Seems he needed a stranger to hear his words. He gathered his package and walked to the door.

"Thank you," he said.

"I will pray for you," I replied.

The door opens and each time a new story enters.

1 comment:

  1. Such a sad story! But I know that it comforted him to be able to tell you his story. Sometimes it is easier to tell a stranger.