“Are you waiting in line?” I asked the lady standing across the aisle with her hand propped up on the checkout counter.
She nodded and said, “Yes, I just have to pay for this.” The man in front of me left and the lady carefully walked to the counter and grabbed hold of it. She said something to the clerk as she bent forward and closed her eyes.
In a moment, the clerk placed a chair behind the woman and said, “You can sit, I don‘t want you to pass out.” Then she turned on a small fan and moved it so it cooled the woman’s face.
The clerk turned to me and said, “Could you call an ambulance?”
“Sure,” I said.
After I connected with 911, I handed the phone to her.
The woman in distress said, “I am so embarrassed.” She insisted she was alright and didn’t need an ambulance, but I heard the clerk tell the dispatcher, “I don’t know what else to do.”
Soon a bystander stepped up and asked her some questions about medications and he and another man each brought her a bottle of water.
Shortly four paramedics arrived, took over, and quietly talked to her.
After I paid the postage for my package, I gave the clerk a tract and asked her what happened to make her think the lady was sick. She said, “She told me she felt like she was going to pass out.”
As I left, I thought, I have seen compassion in action: strategically placing a chair, providing a fan, seeking medical help for a stranger, providing water, and giving out a tract.
I felt the Lord was pleased with the whole scene. How do I know? Because He says in Galatians 6:2, “Bear ye one another’s burdens.”
As a widow, whose burdens can I lighten this week?