I was in Staples when I noticed a very old man looking rather confused. He said he was searching for a phone clip that fit into a car vent for his granddaughter for Christmas. My first reaction was to find a salesperson. I had looked at my phone, I had messages to answer, and it was the week before Christmas with presents still to be bought and wrapped.
As I stopped and gazed at him, I could sense it was more than just confusion, it was despair. I felt drawn to him. I assured him it wouldn’t be that hard to locate, and after just a short few minutes we finally found one. I was ready to make a hasty exit and politely asked him if he needed anything else when a tear came down his cheek. He said his wife always did the shopping but she had passed away in the summer. At that moment I knew God had brought us together. I began to cry and told him I understood how he felt. I started reliving the flood of pain that enveloped me the first Christmas just weeks after Michael died.
Just then, I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas came on over the store speaker. He gazed upward and told me it was his wife’s favourite Christmas song. Oh Lord, I thought, how will he endure this? So…. I asked him if he wanted to dance. Looking somewhat awestruck there in the aisle at Staples, he developed a huge smile on his face, and said, Oh please let’s! We danced, hugged and said our goodbyes.
I went through the checkout ahead of him, and as I was walking away I heard the cashier say, I saw you dancing with that lady. Do you know her? He said, I think I do, she’s my own special Angel. I cried all the way back to my condo, not from the emotion of the situation that had transpired, but more so at the thought of how my reluctance to take the time to help him, could have resulted in missing a God ordained moment. I keep a much closer eye on my surroundings since that day. Don’t ever want to miss one.