~I can hear them from the corner where I'm waiting for my shift to start. The cashier asks the woman what her tattoo means. "It means that God's love is the center of everything. We should live our lives in love." Heroism is sharing truth and love with strangers.
~I helped the little girl ring up her purchases and wished her a good day. She must have been about 12, but she turned around and exclaimed, "I just have to tell you, you're just so pretty." I smiled for an hour. Heroes make people's days through little things.
~I couldn't figure out why this return was so complicated for me, but I rang it up three times and finally got it right on the third try. Expecting the lady to be angry, since she had already seemed to be in a hurry, I timidly apologized and said how bad I felt about the delay. "That's alright, sweetie," she responded sweetly. She chatted with me for a few minutes, asking me what school I went to and why I was here for the summer. She melted away my frustration at myself and made me smile. Because that's what heroes do.
~I waited on the gentleman, who had to call his wife to get some information on his purchases. "Sexy wife," he mumbled. I looked at him quizzically. "Sorry," he quickly responded, "my wife is listed in my phone as Sexy Wife." I grin (this is something my dad would do) and ask him how long they've been married. "14 years," he says, "I knew she was the one on the second date. We have two daughters now." He shows me a picture. True love is what makes a hero. Thanks for sharing your love story with me.
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