All work has the potential to be a blessing... even handing out pills (at my mother's nursing home, for example) and greeting customers at a store.
When the evening nurse gives me my pills and my "milk shake" [aka nutritional supplement], my mother tells me, "he always says 'God bless you.'"
She smiles. His words of blessing mean a lot.
I think of him as I head into a department store and overhear a little girl's conversation with the store greeter.
Do you have any stickers? she asks.
Sure I do, he answers, taking a roll of happy faces out of his pocket and putting one into her outstretched hand.
Thank you, she says, beaming.
God bless you, he replies.
All this leaves me wondering: Who have I blessed today?
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