Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Open Eyes

Jerry works as a bagger at a Kroger nearby. He is exceptionally friendly and engages me in conversation. That conversation always revolves around these topics:

he is 55,

he loves the show, Charmed,

he hopes to be the ball boy for the Detroit Pistons,


he really, really wants to be Boy Scout.

Most of the time Jerry is talking, I spend fretting because I've spent way too much on my purchases. I look at the things we could have done without, but they are things my kids love. Those four children always smile when I walk in with some of their favorite treats. So while I've spent far more than I should have, I did it to show my children how much I love them.

Yesterday Jerry put several packages of meat on top of a carton of eggs. He dropped the milk on top of the meat, and I felt my annoyance couple with my anxiety about the final bill. I was late to pick up one of my sons, but Jerry was only to the ball boy part of his discussion and I may have sighed.

And then it happened with no warning. I had an epiphany.

I was reminded that Jerry is as precious to the Lord as my own children are to me.

That thought literally rooted me to the floor.

With one last toss of a box of Clementines on top of a delicate and ridiculously expensive bag of apple chips meant for my son, Jerry reminded me:

"Ma'am, I really want to be a Boy Scout."

He didn't even seem alarmed at the motionless woman who stood there smiling and discreetly dabbing the tears in her eyes.


Busy Bee Suz said...

Oh, I love Jerry!!!!

Julie said...

We have Rudy. He too wants to be a boy scout and he is sure hard on the loaf of bread. Since I am so invovled in scouting I have decided that next week Rudy is going to the scout meeting with me. If I can swing it and find out where Rudy lives. That's the next step when he squishes the next loaf of bread. I love your post. Even our little things that stress us out can be made into other things.
Take care and have a blessed weekend.

claudia said...

I don't have a Jerry or Rudy. I sure wish I did, because these high school kids who can only think up to and including the guy or girl they are dating and the next big date, drives me nuts. I don't even get a how do you do with my grocery bags!

Unknown said...

How utterly sweet. I have had a few Jerry's in my life and know the honor of the lesson.

So special. We need to make him a Boy Scout somehow, huh? Maybe he could be a special helper at times??

Secret Mom Thoughts said...

What a lovely story!

Susan Anderson said...

I love this because I've been exactly there.

We have a Jerry at our neighborhood grocery store, too.

Thanks for sharing.


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Ma What's 4 dinner said...

OH Jerry, so sweet, as are you...you're right, I'd still have been annoyed though. :)

Lots of yummy love,
Alex aka Ma What's For Dinner

Kristin - The Goat said...

How is it that you can bring such emotion to a blog post in just a few sentences?! Well, it's probably because you are so talented and observant and and and... Wow. Thanks :)

I Am Woody said...

You are a good egg:)

Kelli Nørgaard said...

Who would've thought we could learn a life lesson at the supermarket..

thank you SO much for sharing this..and for being you!

Unknown said...

I heart all the Jerrys of the world. We all need to learn the lessons they teach.