Today we saw an elderly man pushing his cart around a parking lot, obviously confused as to where his car was. My husband, my hero, got out of our car and walked over to help him. I heard him gently questioning him, asking about the make and color. Then he ran around the huge lot until he found it and directed the man to his car.
No big deal to my husband. A very big deal to me. This kind and generous spirit is profound to me. Our girls were in the backseat observing this scenario. I pray it will be etched in their minds forever. Gratitude for the kind of man their father is. Guidance for the kind of man they will someday choose to be their own.
An ordinary everyday hero.