Once again, Marco Island has proven to me why we call it paradise.
This island is filled with angels. I meet two of them the other evening as I stood at one local market’s registers, only to discover my purse didn’t contain my wallet. With groceries for an ill son and the lateness of the hour, harried as I was, I had left it behind at home.
As the young cashier and I mulled over the problem, two handsome gentlemen stepped up to offer their store cards for my use and to even pay my grocery bill. With bottles of Ensure galore, piles of fresh fruits and veggies, there was probably no doubt I had an illness in the family.
They asked no questions but insisted on helping me.
I only know the older young man was called James, but the younger of the two is nameless to me. They worked hard to make sure my bill was paid in full and refused to allow me to know their names or address to repay their timely kindness. It was one of those nights, cold with misty rain, and yet there was a warm glow in the store.
Once again Marco Island has proven it is worth its weight in gold, and those two young gentlemen will have me polishing the stars in their heavenly crowns someday.
I am ever so grateful to live here with so many good people. My sincere and public thanks to James and friend.