Slowly–Quickly

Posted on June 29, 2009 by Mishi | 28 Comments

Everything happens for a reason.

Slowly we walked into the grocery store.  I quizzed Davey about the name of the store.  He told me what it was and followed it with, “I so smart!”

Slowly we made our way through the produce department.  Brocolli.  Romaine Lettuce.  Cherry Tomatoes.

Slowly he ate the piece of cake that was out for sample.  “Mmm Cake,” he rejoiced.

Slowly I went through my list.  I made an extra turn or two, enjoying the fact that it was just me and my little happy boy.

Slowly we made our way to the check out.  I chose the lane with our favorite clerk even though it was the one that had an extra wait.

Slowly we conversed about our day’s activities and what would be on our plates for dinner.   “Enjoy your dinner, David,” she enthusiastically commented as she handed me the receipt and mentally pinched his cheeks.

Slowly we walked to the customer service area so that I could get some money back for a coupon that I’d forgotten to redeem.

Slolwy David flirted with the on-duty manager.  He blew her a kiss and I caught that twinkle in her eye that said something like, oh how I miss that stage.

Slowly we asked our other favorite clerk for a blue balloon.  Unfortunately the helium tank was empty.  “No worries,” I soothed.  Before leaving though I found a penny; it must’ve been my lucky day.

Slowly, at the back of the van, I put the bags in.  Davey was in the shopping cart still and when all was said and done I walked over to the cart corale where I turned around upon hearing, “Oh SHIT! Oh SHIT! OH SHIT!”

* * * * * * *

Quickly I realized that the woman cussing was trying to stop her Ford Explorer.

Quickly she realized she had no braking ability.

Quickly I realized that I could have very well been in her direct line, with David in the cart, had we not proceeded through the store so slowly.

Quickly I caught my breath and asked her if she was ok.   Then I sat in my van for a second looking at the wreck and then at my son seated and smiling in his seat.

Quickly the whole experience—from walking in to the store to walking out—replayed in my mind.

Everything happens for a reason.

Slowly
(That is my van on the left.)

Quickly

This whole thing reminded me of that scene in The Curious Case of Benjamin Button when Benjamin is telling about when Daisy got hit by the car.

You never know how a few extra minutes waiting so you can talk to your favorite grocery check out clerk  will effect you. You never know when picking up a lucky penny will truly prove lucky.  You just never know…

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