Life is like a box of choco­lates

The Wokingham Paper - - VIEWPOINTS -

In this world of to­day, of so much

un­hap­pi­ness, wars and trou­bles, I would like to share with ev­ery­one what hap­pened to me on the morn­ing of Saturday, Septem­ber 30.

I was wait­ing to be served in the Co-Op shop with my bas­ket. In front of me was a gen­tle­man with grey hair and a jacket pay­ing for sev­eral boxes, look­ing like choco­lates and bis­cuits.

My thought was: how was he going to carry these with­out a bag and I said to him, ‘Don’t you want a bag?’

He replied: ‘No, as I will not have them long enough as they are gifts’.

I said, ‘Oh, they are so lucky’. As my bas­ket was be­ing put through the cash reg­is­ter, a big box of choco­lates ap­peared over my shoul­der and cash put down on the counter with some­body say­ing, ‘That’s for the choco­lates’.

As I turned, it was the gen­tle­man who had just been in front of me. I called him back and said you have for­got­ten these but he said these are for you, en­joy.

I said you can­not do this – such kind­ness of a com­plete stranger to me with no fam­ily left, but a won­der­fully dear cat and dog, I was over­whelmed and went home with tears in my eyes.

I thank that kind gen­tle­man and will ra­tion them to three a day.

God bless you for your kind­ness to me and to oth­ers H Boyed, Wok­ing­ham

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