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Hello Everyone,

Part two.

I can hear the music of the raindrops falling to the forest floor as the storm begins. A vision of baby quails running for cover along with the other animals pops in my head.

Recently I learn a new term called aphantasia which is the inability to picture anything in one's mind. Silly me, I thought everyone could see a replicated scene in their head ready for a printout.

Bambi's raindrops remind me of the teardrops I am trying to keep from spilling. He and She are back on this busy Saturday and customers outnumber the staff by at least two to one. I want Jeff to share the good news, but I don't see him anywhere. So, when He says "I got the money" I let him know the tab is paid. "Remember the Friendly Guy you were talking with for a long-time last Saturday. He paid it for you. Surprise and disbelief flood his face. Tears are forming. He is extremely touched. She is blinking too, as am I. Like a contagious yawn, the tears are catchy as well. A big hug should help, letting him know he deserves this. No, I do not know the Friendly Guy's name, but we can call him Angel this week.

Off to the warehouse to retrieve something, I try to keep the tears from spilling, which is difficult each time I recall Their reaction. The rest of the customers will not understand my watery, tear-stained cheeks, likely thinking I am overwhelmed by the busyness.

Back in front to check on Him and Her, asking about their Three Stooges Event last Saturday, I tell them about the 8 x 10 photo of the Three Stooges in golf attire which served as a golf trophy for Jeff and his friends for years. At times, it was at our house, but "Not on the mantel." He shows me his keychain with the same photo. And we laugh. Yes, that is the one.

A week later and the kindness still warms my heart. Thank you, Friendly Guy. We hope to see you again.