When I turned around, at least two men were waiting on us to move because my wanting to help and his inability to move had blocked the cart return. But everyone was kind. They both had concerned looks on their faces. I'm willing to bet someone else offered to help this gentleman, too. I don't know how he managed to walk into the store and shop, but I saw him inside moving very slowly. As he said, he was doing okay.
At the checkout I looked for this older man but didn't see him. I was going to offer to carry out his groceries, but I don't think he would have let me.
After Isaac put our groceries on the conveyor belt, he wrapped his arms tightly around me in a big bear hug. This tends to cause people to stare. It doesn't bother me anymore, even though some people might assume Isaac and I are dating. A woman was looking our way when he said very loudly, "I love walking tacos!" and swooped down to kiss me on the cheek. She quickly looked away when my eyes met hers. I'm sure she wondered what was going on and then it might have become clear.
We're having walking tacos tonight for dinner. Isaac is grateful and happy. I hope the old guy wearing the hospital bracelet has a meal waiting for him or perhaps help to prepare it, but I'll likely never know. What I do know is that people are kind and curious and helpful. I hope that never changes.