I volunteer at the Restore, a Habitat for Humanity operation that’s a cross between a thrift shop and a Home Depot. Profits go to build the houses. It’s supposed to be a place to recycle building products (wood, windows, doors, tiling), home appliances (washers, dryers, refrigerators, air conditioners), home furnishings (furniture, light fixtures) etc. In reality, we get a wide assortment of stuff, and if someone actually brings something in, we rarely turn it away. (People’s egos could get deflated that way and the guy who contributes frequently is also the guy who buys. Besides, you never know what might sell, and money’s money.)
So I was a little taken aback but not too surprised when I wandered in one morning recently and found a walker for sale. A few minutes later I saw that we were also selling a scooter for the disabled (a bargain at $999?) When a lady came in with a cane a few minutes later I started wondering if I was being set up.
As I tried to digest being hit over the head with what might well be three glimpses into my future, the customers had no clue what was going through my mind. What are other people struggling with that I know nothing about? We’re all living in our own little worlds, each forging ahead with blinders on.