Yesterday in the lobby of a medical building I saw a large middle-aged man sitting on a bench and bent over, holding his head in his hands, visibly upset.
I asked him if he was alright, and he hesitantly said he was, but his body language and tenor of his voice said otherwise. I knew he wasn’t ready to talk about it.
I smiled and told him he was big enough to be a football player.
He chuckled and said that he’s a mover. I said, “Close enough. As a mover the difference is no one is trying to hit you in the head.”
He grinned and we wished each other well.
But as I approached my car in the parking lot, he came out and gave me a great big hug. Then he handed me a medal of Jesus Christ and thanked me.
It was his way of expressing his gratitude to a stranger who had taken a sincere interest in him and his well-being.
With Love To All - Dick
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