An email I just sent to Walmart

Yesterday as I was in the check-out of the (insert nearest location to the Farm) Walmart, my 10 year old daughter passed out as she was walking out of the bathroom. I left my order on the line & ran to get her. As I was helping her up & trying to walk back to our line she collapsed again. I picked her up & put her in an empty cart sitting at the end of an aisle & went back to the register where my groceries were. Not a single Walmart employee offered to help & there were quite a few in the area watching us. The cashier who was checking me out asked what was wrong & I told her my daughter was sick & had passed out. After finishing my order & waiting for me to pay, she finally asked if I needed help getting my cart out to my vehicle. At that point I needed to get my daughter home as quickly as possible so I didn't want to wait any longer. I told her no & left the store.

As I was pushing one cart, pulling the other, and trying to keep an eye on my 4 year old who was also with me, the gentleman who works in the parking lot bringing in carts asked me if I needed assistance. When he saw my daughter laying in one of the carts, he did not wait for an answer. He immediately said, "You cannot do this alone. Let me help," as he took the cart full of groceries from me. He asked if my daughter was Ok and he unloaded the dog food I had under my cart. He then asked if I wanted him to finish unloading my cart as I was getting my girls buckled in. I said, "No thank you. I can handle it from here. Thank you so much for your help!" He told me he hoped my daughter would get better quickly & ended with, "God bless you. Merry Christmas," as he took both of my carts & walked away.

The man who helped me was obviously mentally disabled. I've been told his name is Keith. I was very shaken up & very worried about my daughter & he was the only person to come to my aid. He should be commended for his kindness & his desire to help.


Yeah, it's pretty well self explanatory. I thought about adding that the rest of the staff could really use a lesson in kindness from Keith & probably some training in what to do in case a customer has an emergency, but I decided to leave well enough alone. I think I got my point across without being overly critical. There are some really great people that work at our local Walmart but for some reason, none of them were around when I needed them.

Answers

Thanks to Samantha we may be getting some much needed answers. I'm very seriously investigating Sensory Processing Disorder (SPD). A good deal of the info I've found today points to my daughter. I just ordered a book about it and I'm hoping it helps make things much clearer. At this point I'm relieved to think this isn't all in our heads or a complete break down in parenting skills.

I really believe Samantha's comment on my post about The Incredibles was an answer to prayers. It seems there may be a light at the end of the tunnel.

Even if this isn't what we are dealing with with BabyGirl, at least we have a direction to look in. Please keep praying.

A few things for those of you who aren't the slightest bit interested in my Nirvana induced rant this morning.

Last night I lit a match. I held the strike on box below chest level & struck it away from me. Part of the head of the match flamed up, kicked back, and hit me on the chin. I'm now sporting a nasty little burn on my chin. It wasn't a bad burn, but the top few layers of skin peeled off & it looks pretty icky. Not good for my ego. Not good at all.

Today I was at Wal-Mart in the check out line on the verge of a nervous break down. Bitsy had been screaming, so I had to hold her while trying to re-load all my bags in the cart. (Can someone explain to me why everything that fit in the cart while I was shopping no longer fits in the cart after it's been payed for & bagged?) I dropped a can of pineapple juice that nearly smashed my foot when a couple walked by. The husband turned to me and asked if I needed a hand. I said yes, please thinking he'd pick up my pineapple juice, put it in the cart, then join his wife. Instead he finished loading all my groceries & asked where I was parked. He pushed my cart to the van & waited until I was ready to load Bitsy in her car seat before he headed back in. He offered to load up the van for me, but I could handle that. I thanked him for being so kind & he told me he'd heard a woman on the radio recently talk about how much it meant to her when someone did the same thing for her.

So, to the kind man at Wal-Mart, Thank you so very much. God bless you.