I prayed.

I saw something today that broke my heart. I was looking for a parking spot, while Mark went back in to work to get some stuff we needed. He's faster, so he shops. I simply hate shopping. So, I found a spot and had my book. As I pulled into the parking spot, I noticed the car in front of me was over loaded with someone's life - meaning, clothes, mail, etc. There was just enough room for the person to sit in the drivers seat to drive. I thought of taking a photo to show how sad our world has become, but then decided not to broadcast what could have been someone's misfortunes. As I was sitting and reading my book, another car pulled next to the one in front of me. The lady got out and was smirking and taking a photo of the inside of the car. It made me sad and mad that she was doing this, even though I thought of taking a photo myself, but the look on her face made me really mad. She got out of her big and new car, only to smirk and take a photo of someone's private living space - their car - and probably post it on a social network page for all to see and laugh at because it was in the parking lot of Walmart. I prayed. I went back to my book and looked up when I noticed someone heading towards the car in front of me. It was an elderly lady and it was her car. She put her few bags in the back of the car. She looked at me and I smiled, but there was no smile back. I looked down and wanted to cry at her sadness. What was her story? What was her name? It looked as if all of her belongings were in that car. Was she moving? Did she live out of her car? I prayed. It hit me, as I was praying, that this could be me. It could be anyone of us. I thanked my son, Mark, for choosing to live here and take over the house, for not abandoning me when others did. Again, I prayed.