Wednesday, September 05, 2007
I found true love at Walmart.
I was doing the usual Wednesday thing , run to Walmart for more Gatorade , water , meat for supper , you get the picture. Doing the most usual thing brought me to my knees. As I was in the Gatorade aisle , I heard this piercing scream , being the nurse I thought someone had fallen or something horrible had happened. I heard it once again. I became disturbed. I couldn't find the voice or the person in trouble and no one else seemed concerned. I continued placing Gatorade into my shopping cart and once again the scream , only closer this time. I made eye contact with an older gentleman pushing his cart and pulling his wife behind him in her wheelchair. She screamed out for help. He met my eyes with his. I saw the hurt in his face. He smiled back at me. She continued to scream and utter words I could not understand. He continued to load his cart , check his list and pull his most cherished item along in her wheelchair. I suddenly lost my focus on my list. I stood there stunned at his sacrificial love. My mind pictured what he faces in a day. No leisure trips to the golf course. No walks around the block holding his soulmate's hand. Sleep is probably interrupted through the night. Leaving her in the care of someone else is most likely not an option for him. She was dressed in her pink flowered dress. Soft shoes slipped on her feet. Solid white hair combed. Her eyes were a piercing blue , one of the things he was attracted to , years ago , I am sure. Her face was confused. I could tell the unfamiliar surroundings caused her great distress. I nodded my head at him and gave him best wishes. As he slowly rounded the next corner , my eyes filled with tears and my heart overflowed at such a scene. I wondered how many years they had been married and the story of how they met. I wondered when he realized her mind was slipping as his stayed sharper than his pocketknife. I wondered if he was angry at first. Somehow I doubt it. I may face this one day. I may be the list keeper or the the keeper of one's heart. Between the aisles of Walmart rolled a cart full of goods , but the most precious good was in tow , slowly but carefully , until. Until he cannot , I feel sure.
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