I went to our local grocery store, again, and had a totally different experience than I had with the "I hurt more than you do" clerk.
I have teenagers, so it seems that we are always at the grocery store. I just wish it were closer, like next door kinda close.
Anyhow...after the girls loaded the groceries into the car I was pushing the cart back to the front of the store. A gentleman (probably about 40 yrs old), said to me "I'll take that". After taking the cart from me, he asked when did I have surgery. (Again, the big black brace is a dead giveaway). I have to admit though that it kind of surprised me because he didn't ask IF I'd had surgery, but WHEN. I told him, the end of June, and then he asked how I was feeling. I live in the south, in a relatively small town, but I'd never seen this man before. I told him I was feeling OK. He then told me that he had a 3 level fusion about 7 years ago with a re-do 2 years ago. I didn't ask him to elaborate on what he meant by re-do (it was like 103 degrees outside and I was already sweating bullets).
After our little exchange, he told me to just "hang tight" and things would get better. He said, from one bad back to another, the only thing I can stress to you is to not strain, ever. I thanked him once again and we parted ways.
I just wanted to share that because just a little act of kindness sometimes is all it takes to restore my faith in humanity. It was during lunchtime and he looked to be rushed, but still took the time to save my cart and ask about me, a person he's never met.
Oh, and by the way, I went to a different check out line this time