Nicktendonick's Blog

Hello everyone. I was planning on other things today, and to talk about some other stuff today, but...not today.

(To clarify, I work at a grocery store.)

It was about a hour or so before I got off work today, nearing 9:30-ish maybe, and I was outside gathering some shopping carts back inside the store. I noticed a lady pulling up, seeming like she needed a cart. So I did. I helped out a lady while bringing some of our shopping carts. I started noticing she was sad, and that she was crying. She was thankful for the cart, and then she started talking to me, and saying what was wrong.

She told me her husband died today.

I was shocked. I really was. I knew I couldn't just leave her, or wave and walk away. I did everything I could to help her out. Crying, the woman told me about him, and that they've been together since she was 17, how they did virtually everything together, how they really didn't have any friends, she told me how she found him this morning, and now, since this morning Mrs. Cynthia was all alone.

The only reason why she was even going to our store was because her mother needed bread. She normally drove with him and they always did things together. Today was the first time she ever did alone, and the following night would be the first

The woman was in deep grief, I gave her a hug, and she cried. She cried over my shoulder, telling me how she felt so lost and that when he died, she died too on the inside.

Just...to go through a loss that. My heart goes out to Mrs. Cynthia.

I did as much as I could to help her, and talk to her and try to pass on that she will be ok.This was something was I wasn't sure what to do. Everything well... to quote, anything I thought of felt like it was out of a self-help pamphlet. But well, I did what I could to help her through her grief. Not through any pamphlet flit, but what words of comfort I could give her, a big long hug, and a shoulder to cry on and talk to.

She really does love him. It was that special kind of love, that one of a kind love we all talk about in fairy tales. He was her everything, and she was his. And I could see that from everything this kind woman was saying.

Eventually, I was called back inside by my manager, and I went inside, and soon she did too.
And I'm very proud of what happened next. Everyone whom she talked to, my coworkers whom knew her comforted her and talked to her, helping her through her grief. Talking to her for some time, and gave her a few hugs. While I was doing my tasks for the night, I saw them being her guardian angel. One of them even gave her his phone number, saying if she needed to talk to her to just give her a call.

Me, a former coworker (she was here by coincidence) The right woman at the right time at the right place) and another helped her back to her car. She started to talk to her, and I had to go back and finish my shift.

When work had ended I was walking to my car and I noticed she was still there, and so was my former co-worker still talking to her. I went over, and the three of us started talking for like a hour.

She said she really hadn't met too many nice people. Which remembered her of what her husband told her, (paraphrased) that there are a lot of good people out there, and they just hadn't met too many of them.

I'm glad I was there tonight, and I'm glad everyone was able to help her out. And my friend too. We were all there to help Mrs. Cynthia through...through the worst day of her life.

We were all at the right time to be a shoulder to cry on, and to help her through the worst night of her life.

I...really don't think all that was a coincidence.
To weave that right person, at the right place, at the right time to help her...I think that was the case today.

In all honesty, I do believe that is how God works. Right Person, Right place, Right time all for the right task.


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Looking back now, back to my normal life, it feels, kinda surreal. I pray for them both. She does need as much help as possible.

But, I know she's going to be ok. She's a strong woman with a heart of gold. A true love, like the one she had is something powerful, and I know it will carry her through

I know she will get through this, and that one day she'll meet her husband once again. Not in this life, but the next (and she's quite looking forward to when they will meet again). She says he's with her in her heart, and it is there watching over his amazing wife.

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So, to whatever faith you are, If I may ask, may you please say a prayer. For Mrs. Cynthia, and her husband Stick.

May he rest in peace, and she to get through this storm.