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Ill keep this short and bitter. I just got back from target. While I was waiting in line with my two items, mumbling under my breathe because the damn line was way too long… I stopped being a jerk for two seconds and noticed the man standing in front of me. His pants were dirty, his hair was a mess and he smelled like he hadn't showered since last year. He was waiting patiently in line holding a new shirt and a pair of blue jeans. My icy heart melted and I felt like the dickhead I was. His dirty backpack had a logo of a program I’m familiar with, a second chance program that helps youth and homeless get their lives back on track. I knew the new outfit was for some type of job interview. Something in my heart, that small little voice told me to buy them for him. I didn’t. Instead I stood there thinking of how I could even offer. Would I sound rude or would he feel judged or embarrassed if id offered? I waited the remainder of the time in line arm wrestling my own mind. I wanted to buy him the outfit, I just didn’t know how to offer. I watched as he quietly placed the jeans on the candy rack and handed the cashier only the shirt. I wanted to pick them up and say ill get them! Don’t worry about it. Or, hey do you still want these ill get them… but nothing came out of my mouth. I watched him hand the lady his money and walk away with his brand new shirt. I felt ridiculous as she scanned my 7 dollar dry shampoo and vitamins. I felt ridiculous when she smiled at me warmly and asked how my day was. I wanted her to say hi while coldly avoiding any eye contact like she had done to him right before me.

I left the store feeling like id missed an opportunity and thought how I would have felt if I had gone with my gut. No one else had seemed to notice. I’m the problem. Me and the rest of the world. I just wanted to share this and hopefully it will resonate. We’re human and it actually is our responsibility to help when we notice something or someone that needs it.