While waiting in line, that’s when I heard it. A gentle voice, slightly embarrassed, yet hopeful, asking “does anyone have a dollar?”
Total Silence.
I looked up to see a sweet looking elderly woman with white hair and a cashier patiently waiting. Suddenly, so many pairs of eyes stare at the floor as she looks around helplessly. I ache for her.
“Yes,” I heard myself answer, stepping out of line to hand her a dollar, wanting the awkward, uncomfortable silence to end. Wishing I had more than a dollar to give.
“God bless you,” she said closing out her purchase.
“He already has,” I realized thoughtfully.