I decided to ride this good tiding out and get another cup of coffee from my favorite gas station and stop in at the ARC Thrift Store by my house. I live on the border of a fancy neighborhood and have been told that the ARC by my house has all kinds of goodies - biggest dick in China people.
Anyway, I found two really nice sweater dresses and made my way to the counter to pay. While checking out, the clerk asked me if I wanted to donate a little more to their cause. I said, 'sure, why not', she rang me up and then asked if I wanted to fill out a paper angel to show that I had donated. I said 'no, thank you' and she called Bobby over. Bobby is a young, developmentally disabled boy who works at this particular store. The clerk said 'Bobby, you got another one' and he bounded over to her register with a smile in every ounce of his being. He was so excited to fill out the paper angel in my stead and wished me a Merry Christmas loudly and with meaning. I wished him the same and he said 'oh Happy New Year too'. I gotta tell you, it took every fiber of my being not to cry right there on the spot. I scored two dresses for twenty bucks, but damn, I scored so much more. Bobby embodied everything beautiful there is about this season and gives me hope that we're gonna be okay after all. Merry Christmas Bobby ~ today I am ever so grateful for you and your beautiful soul that shines out with a light that cannot be diminished.
