It first happened on Wednesday, when I ran into the store to buy a few items, and swung by the pharmacy to see if Sally was there. The last time I'd been in to get a prescription, she told me she was retiring. "Two weeks. Bring the big guy in to say goodbye."
"We came to give you a hug," we said, as she finished up with her customer.
"I'll take it!" she said.
"When's your last day?"
"Today!"
"We're going to miss you, Sally," I said.
"I'm going to miss you guys, too. You're two of my favorites."
It happened again yesterday, I had an email exchange, and she ended it with, "I'm not supposed to say this, but you guys are two of my favorites."
My ego was loving it, to be chosen, singled out, favored. All the poor schmucks that had not made the list of favorites - what a shame. But then I started thinking about the two women that made the comments - they treat everyone as though they are their favorites. They are kind, caring, compassionate, engaged, and present to everyone they're with.
No wonder they are two of my favorites.
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1 comment:
Yes! Those people who are just really real, who pay attention and remember little things are so important. And you and Wil are probably their favorite because you are both like that, too. XOXO
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