We hadn't had an opportunity to buy a poinsettia and Christmas would not have been right without one.
Most stores had sold out except for Home Depot at Airport-Pulling Road and Davis Boulevard.
Inside the doors was a rack with a few poinsettias. We tried, but couldn't reach those at the top.
A voice asked, "Can I help you?"
A nice young man, who we presumed was an employee, helped us get several from up there.
We looked them over and decided some wouldn't do and asked him if he'd bring down a few more.
He very eagerly complied. Finally my husband asked if he worked there. "No," he said. "I'm just a shopper like you.''
Of course, we apologized for using up his time, but he said, "No problem; we all have to help one another."
We thanked him profusely and wished him a Merry Christmas and all the best in the New Year.
Unfortunately, we didn't get his name, but we hope that maybe you'll print this letter and offer our best wishes to him and his family.
He sure helped restore to us the true meaning of Christmas.