Sometimes I return my shopping cart and other times it took everything I had just to get myself to the store & through the aisles. By the time the bags are in my car my heart is racing and I& #39;m in full fight-or-flight and it& #39;s leave RIGHT NOW or pass out.
Sometimes my friend returns her shopping cart and other times she can& #39;t walk anymore because her transplanted lungs are already working as hard as they can and she can barely catch her breath.
Sometimes my grandpa returned his shopping cart and other times he just plain forgot, even though it was years until his Alzheimer& #39;s was advanced enough to diagnose.