Jesus in Walmart....

I had to run to Walmart the other night. I'm not fond of the place..it's the size of a football field, and I was tired, but it was the closest.
The nature of the area that I live in has changed. There was a big hoo hah going on when they wanted to put in this Walmart . Seems that some of the folks in the area resented having a Walmart in the area because of the "people" it draws.
There seems, however, to be a good quantity of Beemers, Benz's, and Jags in the parking lot.
Seems they got over their concerns.
Halfway through shopping, I realized that I had not heard one English word during my shopping.
I looked around. I was the only Caucasian person there. ( I am not "Anglo," but that's another post) There were Asians, Hispanics, Arabs, Indians....and me.It didn't used to be like that. I was fascinated...then kind of hacked off at one Hispanic bunch because the kids were running amok. Screaming, running, giggling, they were, and I kept ending up in the same aisle as these 2 women and their rowdy children.
They all looked tired...every single person that was there. They looked like they had worked so hard all day, then had to go to the store. The 2 women were just too tired to reign their kids in...but I wished they would.
Of course, I ended up in the check out line with the rowdy family. The check out lady was the only other Caucasian woman there...she was tall like me, probably in her 60's or older. Large woman, strikingly lovely. White hair, crystal blue eyes. She didn't look tired in the least.
She treated the rowdy family like they were royalty, complimenting the kids when they were helpful to their moms. Speaking gently to the moms.
Her attitude and her manner with them completely deflated my irritation at the lack of discipline going on there.
When I got up to check out, she looked at my haul and said," Looks like you haven't been to the store in some time!" I explained, "I have tall, hungry teenagers." She nodded knowingly. We started talking. She came from a large family, and she was the shortest one in the bunch, at 5'11. She was WAC, served in 'Nam; was in the contingency that lined the streets when JFK's funeral procession went by; related women in war stories as she was checking out my stuff; I think she said she had a lung removed about 20 some years ago. Never married, had the chance twice, tho. Worked in NY City as a graphic artist; wore Chanel suits because back then, you dressed up for work.
I told her she was great to talk to, and would like to know more. She said come by for a cuppa some time.
I think I will.
She served our country a long time and has had a feisty, adventurous life.
Now she works at Walmart, and I thought...gee that's kind of a crappy way to wind up your life.
I don't think she thought that way. She walks the walk. She treats everyone as if they were the most important thing to her, at that moment, at that time.
She likes the kind of "people" that Walmart draws.
Her name is Katherine, and she made my day.