This morning Oliver had his 3 year check-up. It occurred to me a few weeks ago that I never set up appointments for the kids so when I called there was nothing available until one late August and two together in September. I was on the cancel list and got a call yesterday to come this morning. It worked out splendid because Oliver would not go to bed last night and was fussing about his ear hurting. So at his appointment today, Dr. Kathy checked out his ear and said he had some inflammation and fluid in his left ear. We chose to treat it and had a prescription sent over to Costco. (by the way - otherwise healthy little boy. we're so lucky.)
We got to Costco right as they were opening for the day. Apparently a few of us needed prescriptions so I was told 30-40 minutes. That's dangerous. Wandering the isles of Costco with no purchase? Screaming impulse buys. Anyway, once we were about to the 40 minute mark (I think) we wandered back to the pharmacy and took a seat in the waiting area. I was watching as a woman came to the counter to see if her prescription was ready. She asked if the insurance was covering it. The lady let her know that the prescription wasn't quite ready but that the insurance was good. It would be another minute. I watched her walk away and there was a VERY old man hunched over his cart going down the vitamin isle. I watched her as she stopped and asked him if she could help him with anything. It warmed my heart. I was so grateful to witness that little moment. So many times I am wrapped up in myself and frazzled from dealing with our rambunctious boys that I tune out the rest. Think that I've already filled my quota of human participation in this world. She walked up and down with him and then came back and asked if she could sit by us. I told her "sure, as long as you don't mind the crazies." She sat down and promptly asked if the boys would want to watch a movie on her phone while we wait (asked me, too, if it was ok). So the boys all sat down and watched about 3 minutes of opening credits before my prescription was finished. But the thought meant a lot. How sweet of this woman to help out whomever is in her path. I need to be more like that. Keep my eyes up and open and reach out to those that you can help. Even if it's just for 3 minutes.
There have been many times I've been heard saying, "I hate people." I don't literally hate people but I have a hard time with the things people do. This morning I loved people. It was a rarity and I need to make sure that I remember that there are good ones out there, too.