“Tend Your Store”
“Tend Your Store”
It was Thursday morning. I had come back for more. I remembered your neatly kept store, for I had been here before. Hurriedly, I crossed the street and approached your front door. Was I an eyesore? Did you anticipate a holy war? Would you have waited if I was a high-class sexy whore?
We crossed paths and without hesitation, you slowly walked next door. Expecting your prompt return, I walked inside and asked myself, “Is this the way you tend your store?”. Why have I returned? Why would I want more?
You talked about life and offered advice. I heard the same question, for you asked him twice. You questioned his reasons for becoming sober. Who will heal your soul, when your life is over? Slightly annoyed, he turned towards your store. He took a deep breath and then looked me over. I could not help wonder, “Will your words he ignore?”. You are teaching how, by ignoring your store.
Patience is my virtue, so I waited for you. After ten minutes, you continued your speech. My presence was strong but your attention was beyond my reach. Does this happen often? Perhaps you are blessed. Just like your store, you were well dressed. Perhaps your life’s goal is to offer advice, to those who will listen, without thinking twice.
Is your cause worth fighting for? Is it worth losing your store? If the answer is yes, then keep fighting on! If I one day come back and I’m looking for more, perhaps I will find a dusty locked door.
