While working today, I started hearing sniffles and realized a lady sitting near me was crying.
I immediately felt tense, debating whether I should say something or mind my own business.
Finally, I went to look for Agatha, a grandmotherly lady who could cheer up the world with a hug, but I couldn't find her.
Somehow, being out of my chair, I wasn't so nervous about giving that hug myself. And you know what? It helped. A hug, a kiss on the cheek, and offer to pray for her.
I don't know what was wrong; doesn't matter. But I do wonder why I hesitated.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
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