While at The Mall today I was approached by a little old lady who appeared ready to burst in to tears. She said she lost her purse and was terrified because her cell phone, money, driver's license, credit cards were in the purse. She was shaking and just clung to me. Tears in her eyes. No one could understand her. A tiny little thing.
The store employee could not understand her because she had a thick accent. I translated from thick accent to today's English for them. She was so sweet.
I told her I would stay with her until she was OK and if need be I would take her home.
She thanked me, relaxed a tiny bit, but stayed tight to me. Clung to me.
I felt so bad for her.
Could happen to my SO, daughter, grand daughter, sister, another woman I care about.
Would anyone care for them?
The store employee put out a call to all departments, had anyone found a purse?
About fifteen minutes later a manager came walking up with the purse.
The woman clinging to me seemed to be tearing up in relief.
She examined the inside of the purse. EVERYTHING was in there!
West Michigan at its best!
In tears she finally released me and profusely thanked me.
I could have thanked her.
We are ALL a bit responsible for each other's happiness.
It is a joy to be of help to an innocent one.
My day was made!
Such Fun!
