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Inspiration and Pride

I didn’t have a usual Monday morning. No, I was ready to go today. Trying to keep my spirits up with an β€œthis what I do, this has to be done” attitude.

And then a little inspiration happened.

That is a customer receiving their online grocery pick up at Walmart in Cheraw, South Carolina.

That is not a regular associate helping her with her purchase. No, that is the store manager, Christina. She impresses me. Not only in her attitude but her willingness to do whatever needs to be done to make sure things run smoothly. Being short on help, she worked in OGP. She works the floor, and she works the parking lot as well. She could just sit in her office and tell other people to do things. You don’t see this much from a lot of managers anywhere.

She makes me proud. I do not mind being a part of her store.


I followed a customer out of the store today.

Not because they stole something or anything like that. That’s not my job. I followed a gentleman out because he looked like he was having trouble walking.

It could’ve been a back problem, but the way the wind was whipping at the bottom of his pant leg, it looked like he was a below-the-knee amputee. He was having trouble getting where he was going, though.

I watched from the sidewalk; I didn’t go out into the parking lot at first. But he did stumble a little bit, and it made me nervous. So I came off the sidewalk. And I followed him through the cars because apparently, he forgot where he parked.

I stayed just close enough to hope I could help if he did fall. But he made it to the car and got in okay, so I didn’t bother him. I walked back to the sidewalk.

I was finishing up my break, and he pulled by and looked at me and made eye contact. He nodded and smiled.

He knew I was with him, probably the whole time.

Why didn’t I go to him?

Pride. A man’s pride. It’s different for us than the ladies. It’s almost an indescribable thing. It’s not vanity. It’s not anything you can put a price on; it is priceless.

In a way, I would have hurt mine and his pride coming to his assistance. He had it. He made it happen. It was his force of will that got him where he was going.

I can’t interfere with that. But everybody needs somebody watching over them at times.


Some people think there are no new stories to tell. Maybe one of them will read this. There’s always a new story out there. Everyone is different, and their story adds a paragraph or a page every single day. Lifetimes can change in a few seconds.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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