I’m an 81-year-old widow. On a recent Saturday I shopped at Target. At the checkout counter I reached into my purse to get my credit card. It was gone, and so was my checkbook. I told the cashier, “This is not going to ruin my day!” She put my three bags aside until I came back with the payment.
As I was getting into my car, a woman called to me: “Here are your groceries.” Assuming she had been behind me at the checkout and thought I had forgotten them, I said, “Thank you, but I have not paid for them.” She replied. “I did.”
I asked for her name, but she refused. I called after her, “God bless you,” and drove home with tears in my eyes.
That incident was a jolt. It happened for a reason. I’m waiting with trembles for God to point out what my payback opportunity will be.
P.S. I found my credit card and bank book where I left them.
Gayle Spellman
Lenexa
