Chasity.

[Risk No. 180] Chasity was scanning my bag of rabbit feed when I asked how her day was going. “Not good, my head is killing me.” I love it when this (not the “head-killing”) happens. No words of knowledge or special insight needed. I asked a few questions about whether that was normal for her head to hurt. It was. I told her it wouldn’t be for much longer. She looked at me funny. I offered my hand and she took it. Head, be better. Pain and pressure subside – in Jesus’ name. She thanked me and I thanked her for being who she was.