The world deadens them.
Or winds them up.
They come in with eyes scared…
Unable to focus
Can you help me find what I’m looking for?
Said I should.
I need it…
To move from one sort of life to another.
To help my business, my child, my friend.
To give me peace, rest, assurance.
Rarely, sadly, what they want is not the kind of thing I offer.
Mostly, they take the news stoically, resigned.
Like they knew all along.
Sometimes, I tell them not yet, but help’s on the way.
I see a flicker in their eyes.
Hope is not so easily destroyed as the world wants you to believe.
Most times, I tell my seekers…
I have exactly what you’re looking for.
Not yet trusting.
We wander through…
We arrive at the place and they wait quietly while I scan the shelves.
Often, they audibly gasp when I reach for it.
I place it in their outstretched hands, and for a beat they stare in wonder.
Their faces light up
The world falls away.
I can’t believe you have it!
This is perfect.
I’m so happy.
You’ve made my life.
Genuine faces, unabashed grins.
A chuckle and a shake of the head.
And, oh, the eyes they raise to mine.
Alive and full of surprised joy.
A child on Christmas morning.
I love this job.