I walked to the store with my walker.

When I got there I went to pull out a gallon of milk and it was too heavy.

I was kinda pooped. It was my first time walking that far.

There was a young man in his twenties standing next to me, and I asked him for help.

All he had to do was pick up the gallon of milk and hand it to me.

Maybe my walker freaked him out. I am 62, He was black and I am white. Maybe I, this old white woman scared him.

There was a maybe possibility that people just don’t care or want to help.

He looked at me and said, “I don’t work here.” Then he walked away.

I wrote about kindness. I called it “The Kindness Challenge.”

The Kindness Challenge

I prefer to think that my walker may have. made him nervous. I don’t take it personally.