A Guy Named Rohn
In October of this past year I went up to Walgreens to scan photos for a slide show I was putting together for my wife’s birthday. That night I encountered one of the nicest and most genuine people you would ever meet. A guy named Rohn. This wasn’t the first time I had encountered Rohn in the store, and I always left saying, “Wow, what a nice guy.” Rohn was a normal, everyday type of guy. He was around my age range, late 20’s to mid 30’s, and had short black hair with a beard. Rohn worked behind the photo kiosk and checkout center. On this particular evening I walked in around eight o’clock in the evening with about 150 pictures to scan. For most people I would have been an inconvenience, a pain to deal with at that point in the day. But for Rohn I wasn’t. I was someone to be treated with kindness
