Wondering at Walmart

Why is it that when we are presented with opportunities to make a difference we completely ignore the little chances given to us everyday while we search for some grand gesture in our lives? I made a quick trip to Walmart yesterday and saw something that made me ponder this exact question.

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I have been in a management class all last week and the academy where the class is being held is about an hour drive each way. It has been a week of quite a bit of commuting and the older I get the more it begins to wear on my old bones...lol. I finished class early Friday and needed to come home, change, get my personal car, and head to the store. My daughter lives in Florida and like all of us do a young age, needed some money and we were completely out of dog food. So after a very long week on traveling I loaded up and headed to my nearest Walmart.

Walmart is my least favorite place to shop, but it is the easiest way for my daughter to pick up money I send her from time to time. So, if you follow me, you know how much craziness happens to me generally in public, but especially in grocery stores and markets! At his point, I'm creeping through Walmart like a spy on a top secret mission. I would probably belly-crawl through the dairy section if I thought it would avoid some of the weird interactions that seem to be attracted to me!

So I get to Walmart and it is as thoroughly packed as you would expect it to be on a Friday afternoon. I find a fairly decent parking spot and head inside. I send the money to my daughter first and get all the confirmation information to her before I head into the fray. I grabbed the biggest bag of dog food(I have a great dane!) and headed to check out. I formulated my exit strategy and, much to my surprise, I was in line and headed out the store without a hitch.

As I pushed my buggy through the automatic doors and allowed the cool air to envelop me and flood my senses, I started toward my vehicle parked in the lot. As I was strolling along enjoying the feelings of being blessed enough to be able to afford to feed a great dane and to have enough extra to help my daughter when she needs it, I began to notice all of the shopping carts strewn throughout the parking lot. There were carts against trees, half on and off the curbs, blocking handicap parking. Here is one of my favorite funny quotes:

There are two kind of people. Those who return their carts and those scum of the earth who don't deserve to share oxygen with the rest of humanity!

I know it may seem like a simple thing by not returning a cart. But, to me, it is the daily little things that either lead us to greatness or drown us in mediocrity. If a person is unwilling to humble themselves enough to return a cart, then what else in their lives are they too good to do? By not returning your cart, you are sending a huge message to the cosmos that your time is more important than everyone else's. You are implying that your comfort is more superior to that of the young men and women who have to go out into the elements and wrangle all of these stainless steel steers. You, in short, are showing that you feel you are better than the rest of us. Is that how you want to be seen and remembered?

I promise if you start with mastering the little things, such as returning your shopping cart. You will begin to have the discipline to master the more daunting situations. Immersion in difficulties and uncomfortable situations is the white hot forge that molds character into greatness and immortality. I will guarantee you that no one walking the halls of remembrance in Valhalla left their shopping cart in the parking lot!

Am I right, or am I just crazy? What do you think? Thanks, as always, for reading. I sincerely love you all!!

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All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter,
Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost
-Tolkien