I was at this Indian grocery store buying my mom lentils and Indian veggies, when I got in line and noticed this man working there. I felt this huge wave of sympathy just crash onto me. This man, skinny, short, old, with such large and deep wrinkles on his face portraying the years of hard work and worry that he endured-like those wrinkles you see on ancient tribal people. He was on his knees cleaning the sides of the counters. I just stared, he looked to be the age of my grandfather. I can't even come to explain the rush of emotions I felt watching him, and strangely enough I found myself whispering prayers for him and his family, telling Jesus to not put this man's work to vain. The look on his face was of total dedication to what he was doing. A job that no one would think twice to appreciate, and it was proven when I watched the people around him. I saw total ignorance. They just brushed on by, didn't even see this man. When it was my turn to pay, I handed the cashier my money, received my change, and took once last glance at this wonder of a man before I walked out. It's hours later and I still can't stop thinking about him. I guess that humility that I saw on his face, that look in his eyes is just something you don't see everyday, man that was quite a sight to see. I feel like I just caught a glimpse of Jesus, and with that how can I not smile?
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