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Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Everybody's got a story.

The large and gorgeous model home to the right of us was up for sale for some time. An Indian family moved in and Michael was speaking to the husband who excitedly told us about his new job at Walmart. Michael and I couldn't figure out how someone could afford a $450,000 home working at Walmart and instantly drew the conclusion that multiple families moved into the home.

We scratched our heads in confusion as he would come home at late hours after his shift at Walmart. Last week, Michael went to pick up his prescription, came home and asked me to guess who he saw working at Walmart? He told me he saw our neighbour. He was the pharmacist who handed Michael his prescription.

You just never know, do you?

Now who can read the mind
Of the red-headed girl next door
Or the taxi driver who just dropped you off
Or the classmate that you ignore
Don't assume everything on the surface is what you see
'Cause that classmate just lost her mother
And that taxi-driver's got a Ph.D

~ Amanda Marshall

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

so just wondering?
is his "value" the $450,000 HOME
is his "value" that he is a pharmacist? and not a WALMART worker?
Or is his VALUE that he is a fellow human being created in God's image?