<\/a><\/div>\nI have been waiting for my silence to be broken and for inspiration to come to write once again. <\/p>\n
And the inspiration came on a very snowy and cold night in February. The streets were a bit tricky to drive on and warnings spread throughout the TV and radio stations about the NorthEast Blizzard coming to New York City, Boston and Rhode Island. <\/p>\n
As I worked throughout the day watching the snow come down like rain, I yearned to be home in my kitchen cooking up a nice hot meal. As the clock struck 5, I headed to my car and drove toward the grocery store. I had wanted to get a quick work out in but after trudging my way through slick road conditions, home was my destination of choice.<\/p>\n
I walked through the familiar doors of Wegmans, I must walk through them as much as I do my home and the gym, and noticed some people mulling around outside. I couldn’t quite make out what was going on so I proceeded toward the produce. As I walked toward the oranges, an older man stopped me and asked me if someone had gotten hurt outside. and that “He would have helped Her if He were out there.” I smiled at him and proceeded to walk away when he asked me if I used Avon products. <\/p>\n
I stopped in my tracks and thought, Now why would this older gentleman ask me such an odd question?<\/em> I turned around and said “No, I use Estee Lauder.” Oh, Estee Lauder, my wife used Estee Lauder, he replied. He continued on to say that he had lost her about a year ago and that he was going through a cabinet recently and found some Estee Lauder perfume she had worn sprayed it into the air. “I shouldn’t have done that” he said quietly.<\/p>\nI saw the pain in his heart come through his eyes. I reached out and touched his arm, looked into his eyes and said that I was sorry to hear that. <\/p>\n
He thanked me and proceeded to tell me that he needs a 50 year old woman or maybe a 45 year old woman to spend time with. I almost choked as I just turned 50 not six weeks ago! <\/p>\n
He went onto to say, “I work out every day young lady! Look at me, how old do you think I am?” So, I told him that really I wasn’t too good at that game.<\/p>\n
He said I am 78! Do you have a boyfriend? Oh boy, I knew that was coming!<\/em> Although I didn’t have an “official” boyfriend, I said I did anyway. I didn’t want to hurt the older mans feelings by turning him down for a date. <\/p>\nAs we continued to chat, we turned to see beautiful tulip bulbs set in glass vases that were for sale. They were bright red, orange\/yellow and pink. I cherished the view and said that these sure made you feel good in the midst of a snowstorm. <\/p>\n
This sweet ,older man told me that if I were his girlfriend, he would buy one for me. I knew that came from his heart.<\/p>\n
I didn’t have a sweetheart to celebrate this Valentines Day with and nor did this older man, however, that brief encounter warmed my heart and I hoped it gave him a bit of joy as well.<\/p>\n
And so my dear friends and readers, although we don’t have that special someone in our lives that we wake up to each day, take the time to talk to a stranger, give a smile to someone, surround yourselves with those that lift you up. Love will fill your heart.<\/p>\n
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