I love Costco. For many reasons… but mostly because it often saves me quite a bit of money. It stretches my grocery budget especially when I don’t have much of a budget to work with.
Yesterday was my bi-monthly visit. I had my fruit, veggies, bread, cheese and some meat all loaded in my cart. I had carefully counted out exactly how much money I was about to spend, discounted with the use of my coupons and was ready to head out of the store JUST IN TIME to get our shared car home to Brian so he could go to work. Last stop, snack aisle to get some fruit snacks for Chance’s lunches.
As I turned into the aisle, a petite blonde gal stood smack dab in the middle of the aisle with her cart, reading over ingredients. Politely, I made my presence known:
Me: “Excuse me, ma’am… sorry!”
Her: “Oh… sorry! Let me move that.”
We do the grocery cart shuffle.
Her: “I can’t seem to ever get food WITHOUT the ingredients my son is allergic to!”
Me: “I understand! My youngest was allergic to everything before we had him treated. It was expensive.”
Her: “I just don’t think I’m capable of doing this anymore.”
Her lip started to quiver.
The next thing I knew, this beautiful, but extremely tired looking blonde unloaded. Within 30 minutes, I knew how burdened she was. She has 4 kids. One is allergic to LITERALLY every kind of food out there. Epipens fill his pockets. She’s spent the last 14 years working and saving money to keep him alive. They’ve driven all over Texas, New Mexico and more to treat his allergies and keep them from killing him. And now, her marriage is falling apart. Divorce papers have been filed.
As the contents of my shopping cart warmed to the temperature of Costco, I looked into this strangers eyes and held her hands. All I could see was devastation, exhaustion and the overwhelming feeling of being completely alone and isolated. I didn’t have any brilliant words. I just listened and asked more questions.
Then, before I knew what I was doing, I hugged her.
A complete stranger.
In the snack aisle at Costco.
I held her little body in my little arms.
I don’t know how long since this woman was hugged and told she was worthy… by a stranger, much less… but in that moment, I was reminded how much we all need each other.
We were made for community. Without each other… we wilt away to nothing.
I need you.
You need me.
At the snack aisle at Costco.
And anywhere else there’s breathable air.
I grabbed an old airplane ticket out of my purse and wrote my number and email address down for her. I invited her to Paseo and told her to call or text anytime she needed to. And she did tonight.
In all of this… I lucked out… ‘cuz I gained a new friend.
A new connection.
Increased my community.
And one day… when I need it most, my hope is a stranger will hug me.
Even in the snack aisle at Costco.
… Especially in the snack aisle at Costco.




































