Someone to count on
Today, a little white-haired lady came to my cash register. In the course of ringing up her purchases and visiting with her, I learned that she is 84 years old.
As the conservation continued, my elderly customer stated that she is driving to Nashville tomorrow, though the weather forecast predicts a cold day. "Oh, my
," I said, marveling at the independence of this senior citizen. "Could you not go another day when the weather will be nicer?"
"No," she said. "I'm driving my friend to her cancer treatment."
I asked if she had a good set of directions to the medical center.
"I know exactly how to get there," she said. "I've been driving her to her treatments for four and a half years."
My amazement was probably evident. "Your friend is very fortunate that she has you," I said.
"She knows that she can count on me," my customer said.
In a few moments, she left with her purchases, but she remains in my thoughts. I wonder -- is any ingredient of friendship more important than loyalty, when the chips are down?
A friend in need
Is a friend indeed.
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