Recently I set out to shop for dinner at Smith’s, but before I could confront the vast store aisles, I sat in my car to shed some tears — life has been pretty rough this year, and sometimes it hits me.
While sitting there, a tap on the car window startled me. I looked up, and there stood a young woman holding a bouquet of roses. When I opened the door, she told me that she’d noticed my distress, that she’d bought the roses without quite knowing why, and that she’d just realized they were for me.
I want you to know, young lady, how very much your thoughtful gesture meant to me.