I was walking home one night from the supermarket and the bags I was carrying were as heavy as a metal ball. I was walking like a snail and sweating like a pig.
When I stopped at a red light, someone from behind freed the bags out of my hand. My defensive instinct kicked in a few seconds later because I was so relieved of the burden. Before I could turn around to face my shopping bag-lifter, the light turned green.
A guy slowly walked ahead of me, holding my bags.
He was the cleaner of our building who I greet every morning. He doesn’t speak much English so I guess he didn’t see the point of asking permission to carry my bags. ‘Twas fine with me and I merrily skipped all the way home.
Talk about God’s little surprises!
3 thoughts on “My Shopping Bag Lifter”
loyal watchman…hmm 🙂
chicken soup for the soul material :]