Yesterday, E* declared he was sick and that he wasn't going to school the next day.
Strange for a boy who won't miss school, even when I offer it.
Then, he slept all afternoon...and most of this morning.
So, I promised him some Mc Donalds after I ran a couple of errands.
Last stop was the Golden Arches drive thru.
But as I was just about to pass the building I saw a wise, old man with a VFW Cap and
a bucket full of poppies in his hands.
I pulled over into a parking space...and hopped out...gleefully!
As I handed him a donation and he handed me a flower, I gushed
how I "never see you guys any more!" He got a chuckle out of that.
I went on to explain how my grandmother and mother always bought poppies for their cars.
A couple of months ago, I got a new car and I had to transfer my old, sad looking flower into the new car. He replied, "Well, then, have another!"
I said I would give it to Ken for his car. Though I bet my mom would cherish is more.
Then, I smiled all the way home.
As we feasted on fries and burgers that I had purchased using snoopy money,
I told Evan about this past of ours...and this gentleman I had spoken with for a brief moment.
The three bucks I gave him far outweighed the 3 dollars I spent on a burger and fry.
And...My new car has a new Poppy and I got to share a family story with E*.
I love Poppies!
And my family and their values.