Today, at Tractor Supply, I noticed an old man. "Mary!" he called, walking down the aisle, turning his head this way and that. He had lost his wife, and he seemed a little frightened by that. Later, I saw them again. She had a severe case of scoliosis, bent almost double at the waist, and I watched her picking one can of dog food at a time off the shelf.
She hobbled to the front of the store with her husband shuffling along at her side. At the register, Heather waited on them, and they talked pleasantly with her, once laughing loudly at some joke. Despite their infirmities, they could both appreciate the joys of life. I continued taking down the sales signage, ticking things off my list, and watched them walking slowly out together, and my heart was touched.