Payin’ it forward in Dad’s memory Excuse…
“Excuse me. Can I talk to you,” Greg finally asked a woman pushing a grocery cart, her little boy with her.
“Yeah, sure,” she replied, hesitation in her voice.
“My father died one year ago today,” Greg told her.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” the woman replied.
“He used to, before he died, come into this store and help people with groceries out of the goodness of his heart and we want to do it for you in memory of him,” Greg told her.
“Are you serious?” the woman said.
“I’m quite serious. You don’t have to give us your name. You don’t need to know ours,” said Greg.
“We would just like to give you this $40 to help with your groceries,” said Dottie, handing the woman two twenty dollar bills.
“Thank you,” the woman said.
“In honor of my dad. Have a good day,” said Greg, hugging the complete stranger he had been talking to for less than a minute.
“You too,” the woman replied.
Just like that, Cecil Sprinkle touched complete stranger, a family who will never know him, except through the actions of the people who loved him most.
“I didn’t expect that,” said Jenna Hennis, wiping tears from her eyes after the she and the Sprinkles parted ways. “We’re going through rough times. Everyone is. It’s rough right now and that was an absolute blessing in disguise.”
“He didn’t do it for himself. He did it because that’s what we’re taught to do,” said Greg, reflecting back on his father’s actions.