A gesture of kindness
It was a hot June day.
I stepped out of my car and saw a lady in the car next to me. I couldn’t tell whether she was sleeping or weeping. She had her arm extended over her face. Best leave her alone, I thought.
I headed into the vet’s to pick up some special-diet cat crunchies. I always call ahead and ask them to have the food ready because I need to get in and out in a flash. The chemical smells in the office about knock me over. The scented plug-ins used to mask odors are evil. People are breathing in chemicals, for the most part, unless they’re the plug-ins that use essential oils. And if the essentials oils are commercial, meaning impure and made from chemicals, that’s just as bad.
Another customer was bringing his German Shepherd in for some tests, so I stepped outside.
I sat on the curb, patiently waiting my turn and breathing in the fresh air.
A few minutes later, the woman in the car pulls up next to me.
“Are you all right?”
