I was at Target a couple of weeks ago to get a basketball hoop for Caden's birthday. It was really heavy and large, so I found an assosiate to get a flatbed to help me with it. But Before I asked this particular associate to help me, I passed by another associate named Brent, working his heart out trying to put away a shopping cart full of returns. I really would have asked him to help me, but he was busy-- the assosiate that I asked was not. I have seen Brent at Target before. He is about 30-35, I think, and just the sweetest thing. I am not sure what exactly his conditions are, but he is so much like a guy with Down syndrome, I wonder if he is. He just doesn't have the look as much. But he walks like it, talks like it, and definatetly has the attitude of one. So naturally, I thought, "He probably couldn't lift it on", and "would he be capable enough to help me?" So I, instead, asked the other associate to help me. He grudgingly called out on his walkie-talkie for someone to bring a flatbed from the back to help me. This associate, mind you, was not busy himself. Brent, on the other hand, over-heard our conversation, and immediately put down what he was doing, and came right over. "I can help you!" He said. I was a little skeptical , at first, but he came from the back pushing a flatbed, followed me right over to the sporting goods, helped me lift that huge, heavy box onto the flat bed and then pushed it all the way to the front of the store. It was difficult for him and it was hard for me not to tear up as he smiled and said "You have a good day!" after he had got me in line at the check-outstand. I wanted to give him a huge hug, which, I am sure, would have been invited by him. I should have known that the one to help me would have been him. It was much more difficult for him to help me, plus he was busy, unlike some of the others, yet he didn't see it that way, and he took the time to help ME! I should have known!
