Peering Through Life's Window

 The World Needs Caring Hearts The woman sobbed as she wound her way to the restaurant’s check-out stand.  The cooks working behind the counters and customers turned their heads, each probably wondering what had happened. When our server visited our table I asked, “What was wrong with the woman crying?”  The cute, petite young lady’s eyes turned sad. “She has to bury her mother in two days.” I said a prayer for the grieving person. The servers and people who run the restaurant are so kind. If they don’t see a regular customer for a while, when the patron returns, they ask, “Are you okay?” The lady probably shared her sorrow with one of the servers and grief overcame her, but why did this poor woman have to go to a restaurant to find sympathy? Are we so connected to our cell phones and tablets that friendship in person doesn’t exist? Or are we too busy to make time for others?    The Upset Patient Just two weeks earlier a young lady spoke to me about an incident ...