“Some people!” snorted a man standing behind me in the long line at the grocery store.
“You would think the manager would pay attention and open another line,” said a woman.
I looked to the front of the line to see what the hold up was. I saw a well dressed, young woman, trying to get the machine to accept her credit card. No matter how many times she swiped it, the machine kept rejecting it.
“It’s one of them welfare card things. Damn people need to get a job like everyone else,” said the man standing behind me.
The young woman turned around to see who had made the comment.
“It was me,” he said, pointing to himself.
The young lady’s face began to change expression. Almost in tears, she dropped the welfare card onto the counter and quickly walked out of the store. Everyone in the checkout line watched as she began running to her car. Never looking back, she got in and drove away.
After developing cancer in 1977 and having had to use food stamps; I had learned never to judge anyone without knowing the circumstances of their life. This turned out to be the case today.
Several minutes later a young man walked into the store. He went up to the cashier and asked if she had seen the woman. After describing her, the cashier told him that she had run out of the store, got into her car, and drove away.
“Why would she do that?” asked the man.
Everyone in the line looked around at the fellow who had made the statement.
“I made a stupid comment about the welfare card she was using. Something I shouldn’t have said. I’m sorry,” said the man.
“Well, that’s bad—real bad, in fact. Her brother was killed in Afghanistan two years ago. He had three young children and she has taken on that responsibility. She is twenty years old, single, and now has three children to support,” he said in a very firm voice.
“I’m really truly sorry. I didn’t know,” he replied, shaking both his hands about.
“Are these paid for?” he then asked. He pointed to the shopping cart full of groceries.
“It wouldn’t take her card,” the clerk told him.
“Do you know where she lives?” asked the man who had made the comment.
“Yes, she goes to our church.”
“Excuse me,” he said as he made his way to the front of the line. He pulled out his wallet, took out his credit card and told the cashier, “Please use my card. PLEASE!”
The clerk took his credit card and began to ring up the young woman’s groceries.
“Hold on,” said the gentleman. He walked back to his shopping cart and began loading his own groceries onto the belt to be included.
“Come on people. We got three kids to help raise!” he told everyone in line.
Everyone began to place their groceries onto the fast moving belt. A few customers began bagging the food and placing it into separate carts.
“Go back and get two big turkeys,” yelled a heavyset woman, as she looked at the man.
“NO,” yelled the man.
Everyone stopped dead in their tracks. The entire store became quiet for several seconds.
“Four turkeys,” yelled the man.
Everyone began laughing and went back to work.
When all was said and done, the man paid a total of $1,646.57 for the groceries.
He walked over to the side, pulled out his check book, and began writing a check—using the bags of dog food piled near the front of the store for a writing surface. He turned around and handed the check to the young man.
“She will need a freezer and a few other things as well,” he told the man.
The young man looked at the check and said, “This is really very generous of you.”
“No,” said the man. “Her brother was the generous one.”
Everyone in the store began to clap.
I drove home that day feeling very American.
This is just a story I found, one that made me think. I don’t know who wrote this story. It made me think about judgment in general, it made me think about all the soldiers who never came back. Not just here, but all around the world. It made me think about all the families who mourn a lost soldier today.
Yes, this made me think!