The night before last, I went to the local market to buy milk, two dozen eggs, and whatever else I could afford. I picked out some organic cereal, olive oil, and two cheap meats. I had twenty-eight dollars but the total was twenty-nine-oh-six. I sadly asked the cashier to take out one of the meats. She took my money, took out the meat and was about to close the register, when the neighboring worker called out in Spanish, “Give it to her.”
I was surprised. I was left without words, and stumbled to say no, it’s okay.
He asked how much was needed, and even an old man chipped in with a few cents, who was standing near. The worker said, “You should have a good dinner.” Both cashiers went ahead without really allowing me to protest, and then I said quietly, “God bless you.”
I spoke up a little louder, “I’ll pay you back.” It was a little more than a dollar, but I wanted to cry, especially because I’ve been trying to get donations online to pay off my school loan. I shook the man’s hand before walking out and thanked him while repeating that I would pay him back. When I got home, out of breath, I just wanted to hug someone.
I did and was looked at funny, but I know that all I want is that worker to know how much something so small is really big to someone. I’m going to draw him a thank you card.
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