Simplicity...It's Everything

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I meet some of the most amazing, different, crazy, free, rude, happy, and fascinating people at my job. And although some of them make me wish I could just walk away and say nothing to them, it's the rare few that give a little smile, say hi like they mean it, or just give a simple thank you that make waking up and going to work a little easier. Those rare few let me know that my walking into that store almost everyday is appreciated. 

A woman came into my store on Sunday and she was smiling, nothing in her face said I'm hurting and I need a shoulder.But she did, and although I wasn't trying to be that shoulder ultimately that's what I became. I'm not sure how or why, but we started talking about her grandmother who died two months ago, and then she revealed to me that her mother had passed away two weeks prior. My face...I'm not sure what it looked like, but I know what I felt. Pain. This woman was trying to hold it together, shop for her family, and then drive from the Beverly Center to Orange County to attend her niece's concert, and somehow, she had walked into a therapy session. I wanted to leave it alone when she stopped talking because I felt like that's what she wanted. But I couldn't leave it alone. So I asked more questions and I received more answers, and just when I felt like I should stop, she said to me Christmas is held at my mother's house every year. I don't know how we're suppose to get together at her house this year for Christ...she stopped and she cried, and she apologized. I told her it was ok, told her that this was the first full year that my family would be without my great grandmother, how it was going to be hard for the people in my family, and told her that it would get better. 

If you meet someone carrying a heavy burden a pure smile is just as effective as helping them carry it

She thanked me, told me that she wished more people were like me, wished me a happy holiday, and rushed to get to orange county because she didn't want to be late for her niece's concert. I stared at the door that she walked out of, and was still staring at it when another customer walked up to me and asked me for help. I felt bad because I knew that I wouldn't be able to give this customer what I'd just given the woman who'd lost her mother. I wouldn't be much help because my mind was elsewhere. My mind was on the hurting woman, wondering if her family was feeling what she was feeling, or if the burden was only heavy to her. She had been holding that cry in, it was obvious. She needed what I gave her. But I worried. I worried that maybe I pushed her too hard, asked too many questions, made her cry tears she'd pushed back so far that maybe she'd forgotten that they were even there. 

I'm a sensitive. I pick up on other people's emotions and I take them on as if they are my own. Most people have no idea how good they make other people feel when they just smile a little, maybe cry with them, or just tell them it's ok, when they want to cry alone.

 It's the small things in life that make the biggest impact. 

Everyday I learn something, I appreciate the people in my life a little more, and I cry a little less. It's growth. It's growing pains. Who said they'd ever stop? I cry when things are difficult but I never forget that someone, somewhere out there is going through something much worse than me.

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