Why am I so blind?
How can I fail to see?
And I do fail to see.
Though they surround me, I fail to see them all the time.
But they are all around me still.
Hurting people.
Broken hearts.
People who need the Savior.
I was at a small business in Racine last week.
There were only a couple of us in the place. There was one man working behind the counter.
I was looking through the stuff to find what I wanted and a customer who must have been a regular came through the door.
She grabbed what she needed right away and was in front of me in line.
“So how have you been coping? Is it getting any easier?” She asked the man behind the counter.
“No. Not at all.” He replied.
I could tell she wanted to say something sweet, to give him some hope, but she just mumbled something about hanging in there and walked out.
Maybe I should have stepped in and saved the day, but I didn’t.
I made my purchases and left without engaging the man.
But I have not forgotten. And I will look for him next time I am there.
They are all around me. They are all around you.
Behind every cash register, on the other side of every counter, stands a person with a story who needs the Savior.