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Will Maguire copyright@2018


I was in Walmart today to return a small space heater I bought. Turns out I must be more cold hearted than I knew...need a bigger heater.
 
In front of me is a girl, maybe 21, army coat...gloves with holes. She's paying an installment on a layaway for some Xmas presents for her little girl. Counting dollar bills and change.

The manager quietly tells her that someone came in earlier...asked to pay off all the pending December layaways for kids presents. He said this man had paid off her entire debt...and that she owed nothing.

She starts crying of course, which was sweet. Very sweet...relief mixed with surprise and gratitude.

The manager pulls out his phone and takes a pic because real selfless generousity is like Sasquatch. He needed proof I suppose.

Some people in line behind me heard and asked if all Christmas layaways were cleared or just hers.

He said all...they started crying too.

I'm watching all this..and started humming o come all ye faithful. The lady next to me hears and starts singing...baptist I guess...so I do as well. Then pretty much the whole line starts singing...though many didn't know all the words. So what...I don't either.

Some things, like Sasquatch, are hard to see. 

But angels, some with wings of stone, still walk the earth. Even in Walmart.

I don't need a pic.

I have all the proof I need.

O come all ye faithful...joyful and triumphant.

WLM

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