The Mind of One 25 Year Old

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The Gift of an Ordinary Day March 29, 2010

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One of my friends posted this video on her blog. It made me think about how fast time flies and I got a little choked up. Here is the video:

 

The Lady at the Post Office February 10, 2010

       I’m writing this blog with a very heavy heart; I feel like I could start crying again at any second. Today I witnessed such a terrible moment in a lady’s life. I went to the post office today and there was a very long line (as usual). I was in line behind this man. There was one lady working the counter; she’s probably in her late 40’s. After a few minutes, it was the man’s turn in front of me. He walked slowly up to the counter and put some papers down in front of the lady. She stared at them for about a whole minute. Neither of them said a word that whole time. Then she pushed the papers back to him and said, “I can’t handle this right now.” He then took them, stepped back, looked at her for a few seconds, and then he turned and left. The second he was out the door, the woman had tears running down her face. And it hit me what had just happened. They were divorce papers. Her husband brought divorce papers to her work and gave them to her with 10 people watching her and just a few days before Valentine’s Day.

       I walked up to the counter with my boxes, not knowing what to say. She looked at me, grabbed a tissue from under the counter, and as she was wiping her face, she kept saying, “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry….” to me. I just looked at her and said, “No, that is absolutely fine.” She took my boxes and I could tell that she was trying not to cry. She started to say, “Is there anything liquid, fragile, or perishable” (I go to the post office 2-3 times a week so I know all of their sayings) but she couldn’t even get through the sentence. So I said, “Neither of these boxes has anything liquid, fragile, or perishable. I don’t need conformation and I need to send them both priority. And I need two books of forever stamps,” to try and help her not have to say anything. I could just feel the hurt coming off of her and I could feel all of the eyes of the people in the line just staring at her. I almost started to cry myself. She cried the entire time she helped me. When she handed me back my debit card, I said to her, “I’m going to pray for you the second I get out to my car.” She looked at me and nodded; tears rolling down her cheeks.

       When I stepped out of the door of the post office, I burst into tears. As I drove away, I thought, “You know, God put me there at that moment for a reason. What can I do?” So I drove to the florist down the street and bought her a flower arrangement. I prayed that not many people would be at the post office when I got back. When I pulled in, there were only two cars in the parking lot. I walked in and there was only a little old lady at the counter buying stamps from the broken hearted lady. Her face was all red and her eyes were swollen. I walked up to the counter and set the flowers next to her station. She looked at me with a confused look. I said, “I just thought that you needed some flowers today.” She then burst into tears. I felt myself about to start crying too so I just smiled at her and nodded and walked out.

       PLEASE pray for this dear lady and for her marriage. I just hurt so badly for her. Please pray.