This morning, as I was walking to the TKJ-mobile in the Giant parking lot, after buying some soup ingredients and supplies for tonight, I saw a young man. I said, “Hi!”
He looked me straight in the eye and said, “God bless you and God bless those you serve!”
That kind of took me off guard, since I did not know this man. I said thank you and we went about our day.
Perhaps he had seen me on TV or had seen my tiny picture in the paper, or just surmised that I must belong to the TKJ-mobile that I was walking toward and had read about the case. Maybe he has seen me around town. I don’t know. I do know that a random blessing sure feels a whole lot better than the random curses I have been getting on the internet and talk radio lately.
God bless you, kind stranger.