Last Saturday, the Saturday before Christmas, I had to get groceries. The store was crowded with holiday shoppers. Halfway down the "Baking Needs" aisle, a three-year-old looked stricken, on the verge of tears. His mom was talking to him. A store clerk was there. The clerk caught sight of me and said, "I bet she can help," and pointed up. A green balloon bumped the ceiling, its ribbon dangling above the top of the store shelves. I reached, stretched just a bit, and snagged the end of the ribbon. The mom slumped with relief, the boy smiled. She prompted, "What do you say?" and I'm not sure I've ever heard more genuine gratitude in a "Thank you." I said, "You're welcome. Merry Christmas!" As I continued down the aisle I heard him say, "Tie it tight this time."
Sometimes the extra height and extra-long arms that come with Marfan make you just the right person for a particular place or time.
This should have been posted on Monday, December 21, but wasn't, because of other things that went on in my life during these holidays.
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