Kindness at the Pharmacy

Today is a difficult one. It is my Dad's birthday. He passed away last July from cancer. I so dreaded this day.

My husband and I picked up my Dad's sister, who was also just diagnosed with cancer. We took her out to breakfast.

She told us that earlier in the week, she had tried to get a prescription filled before starting chemotherapy. She couldn't afford to pay for it, so we decided to stop at a drug store and ask if there was a generic form of the medication that was less expensive.

I went inside and began talking to the pharmacist. I was alone at the counter when a women walked up and interrupted:

"Excuse me," she said, "I would like to pay for that."

She asked how much it was, and placed the money on the counter. I couldn't believe it. She just appeared out of nowhere!

I hugged the woman, and thanked her for her kindness. It meant so much. Then I noticed that on her shirt read the name of the town where my father had grown up.

I started to cry. The pharmacist began to cry and hugged me from across the counter.

"I've never seen anyone do that," she said.

This day that I had dreaded so much has turned into quite a blessing. I will never forget it!