Humanity

They’re closing the old grocery store on my parents’ end of St. Petersburg, Florida. One employee, Tyrone, is a twenty-something guy who’s got some cognitive and physical difficulties. He chats with my mom whenever he bags her groceries. Yesterday, she told him goodbye, and he threw his arms around her and wept.

(Originally posted Feb. 1, 2013)

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