My father died in 2005 at the age of eighty-nine. Yesterday I drove by the place where we bought his hearing aids. I remembered the young man who helped us through the process. Daddy was nervous and apprehensive, but the young man put him at ease with his sense of humor and respectful nature. His name was David. I don’t know why I remember his name. Our only interaction with him concerned hearing aids, but I feel grateful for his expertise and his kindness.
It’s interesting how people we don’t know show up in our lives and change the course of a difficult day or a challenging situation. Sometimes they intentionally seek to help us through a particular circumstance; other times they are simply doing what they do, being who they are. Either way, I’m grateful for all of them, every single one of them.
An anxious heart weighs a man down, but a kind word cheers him up. Proverbs 12:25