I Brought Groceries to My Elderly Neighbor Every Sunday for Twelve Years. After His Funeral, His Lawyer Handed Me a Suitcase I Never Expected.
What if she forgot to ask how the customer was feeling?
What if she hurried because she had another appointment?
Then I remembered all the Sundays when I’d hurried Arthur myself.
He had not needed perfection.
He had needed someone to return.
I let the volunteer do her work, and she came back with a funny story about a retired teacher who insisted on checking the spelling on every shopping receipt.
I grew older while the program grew younger.