
I met a man at the grocery store. His name is Dan. He worked there... scanning groceries in the express lane.
He was supposed to be fast, but he wasn't.
It was the express lane.
15 items or less.
His hands shook every time he reached for an item. If the bar code was not easily seen, he rotated the item, at his own pace until he found it. Then...beep. He very deliberately scanned the item.
He may have had Parkinson's. The symptoms were there. He was slow. He was shaky.
Ah, but he was pleasant.
He asked me if I was having a good day so far.
"So far, so good," is what I said. I smiled.
"What about you?"
Dan said. "Everyday I wake up is a good day for me. I'm blessed." He paused when he said it. He looked me in the eye when he said it. Not one of those quick standard answer, I'm Blessed. Like this is what I should say, I'm Blessed. I believed him.
Then he said something I loved.
"I woke up on the green side of the grass."
Then I thought...I want to wake up on that side, too...everyday.
Thanks Dan. So nice to meet you.











