Love At A Store...The $50 Christmas
Love At A Store.........
She would have been content
to be able to afford her rent.
Almost every cent was spent,
and she knew where each one went.
She'd walked here to the store,
perhaps a mile or more,
or so it seemed,
to observe what others dreamed.
At first the Toys aisles
filled with wide-eyed children's smiles.
Then to the Cameras aisle
for the latest 'good ones! " smile,
before her own meager purchase:
some beans for two more slices,
before a mold could eat those first.
She'd taken just a basket,
though leaning on a cart had drawn her.
She was wondering "one can, or two?"
when she spotted the $50.00
there at her feet, no string attached.
She picked it up in wonder; no one in sight.
Suddenly the store was alive
Should I? Could I? Will I?
Two cans of beans are in the basket.
Shopping done, mind resolved.
"Welcome to Customer Service.
May I help you?"
"Someone who may need this,
as much as I do, has lost this.
Will you keep it for them?"
"I will, but perhaps the man
behind you in line can, also."
Still holding the $50.00,
she turned to meet the smile
of a man about her age,
dressed in a full-length coat,
business suit and tie, shined shoes.
All he said as he handed her
an envelope was,
"I appreciate your honesty.
Have a very Merry Christmas."
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Love comes with sacrifice....
Are there really any "bargains" for love?
Love entails sacrifices. Pure love is known for some of the greatest sacrifices life has ever known.
By some deep mysteries we only partially comprehend, two hearts surrender their own identities to take on a new one, or it may not be love, if one or both hearts think they can have love without the sacrifice of self
Even in the "$50.00 variety" of the attached poem, two individuals showed love by their compassion for others.
I have been asked, "What was in the envelope?"
Does it really matter?
The Customer Service person was aware of something that was going on. Had the smiling gentleman handed out more than one envelope that day?
It appears the envelope he handed the subject was in some way a reward for her honesty. Perhaps others in that store had simply pocketed or spent the $50.00 in keeping with the ethics of "Losers weepers, finders keepers."
Was the woman just acutely aware of what $50.00 could mean to others in her circumstances?
Was the apparently well-to-do gentleman anxious to share his own good fortune, but especially with one or more he considered worthy, knowing that in any case he had made each $50.00 recipient a little happier, while reserving his larger reward(s) for the most deserving recipient(s)?
You can write your own ending, and, if life has prospered you greatly, you can even repeat this story in real life with your own ending.
One other thought, do you suppose there might be an even more lovely, forever after, ending to this poetic story?
All's well that ends well, and you can make it happen.
© 2014 Demas W. Jasper All rights reserved.
A lasting love....
- There Once Was Love
There are some varieties of love. Some last forever, and some seem an endangered species. You choose.