One of my favorite things about the
holiday season is witnessing moments of kindness between strangers. These
events occur with more spontaneity at this time of year than any other. The
most memorable and heart-warming moment for me happened during the holidays of
2001.
The day of the attacks on the twin
towers in September happened the day before I started my training as a cashier
at a local grocery store. I had moved to a new city that summer and spent weeks
unable to find a job. I spent the day of the attacks glued to the television we
hadn’t even had hooked up yet. When I went in for my training, everyone was in
a state of shock and horror.
It wasn’t just the people working
there. It was everyone coming in to shop as well. The city I live in has a large
refugee and immigrant program and there are a lot of veiled Muslims who live
here. They were here before the attacks and here after. But what I witnessed after
9/11, in the store, was horrifying to me.
I hadn’t been there long enough to
know any of the regular customers yet, but what I saw were couples and mothers
shopping to feed their families, day in and day out. It was their only agenda.
They all had different colors of skin and different styles of dress and each of
these was widely varied. After the attacks, I saw the majority of my community respond
fearfully to the women in their hijabs. In their fear they were not kind, and they
felt free to make horrid comments to the women shopping that I cannot even
write out for you. They literally walked up to the veiled women shopping,
minding their own business, and accused them of killing people in New York
City. Of hiding weapons beneath their hijabs and demanding to see what was
underneath them. And much, much worse.
I am grateful that my grocery store
allowed all of the cashiers to refuse service to those customers who would not
cease in harassing the Muslim families. And I did. Often, at first. It is
always heartbreaking to me how cruel people can be from their place of fear.
What is it that makes us lash out
like wounded animals at each other? How does hurting other people make us feel
better? I understand being afraid. I understand having fear. We are each
allowed to feel the emotions we feel. But we are not allowed to inflict them on
others. We are not allowed to wield them like weapons against other people. We
are all animals, that is true. But it is supposed to be our human compassion
and brains that lift us above our animal nature.
It was the shadow that fell over my
joy of getting to know the community here, the humanity of it. And then the
holidays happened. One day, in one shift, one man’s generosity renewed my faith
in the goodness of people.
A Muslim man and his wife came
through with healthy grains and vegetables and fresh meat and milk and eggs. Honestly,
it was the healthiest display of food I ever saw anyone bring to my register in
all of my time at the store. The couple were traditional and she was veiled.
They had a small child with them and when their EBT card was denied (the system
often went down, which had happened that day), they began to count out their
cash and put things back, like the asparagus and the turkey and the box of
cereal for their son, who unlike most children, did not cry in complaint. It
was obvious they were struggling to decide what to keep.
An older man behind them asked me
how much more they needed, while they sorted through their groceries. They only
had $20 and I whispered apologetically that they needed another $80 to cover
it, and that the system was down- that it wasn’t their fault. Customers were
often impatient and the technology was no one’s fault. The Muslim woman started
to apologize nervously to everyone in line as well. But the man smiled
compassionately at them and handed me a hundred dollars. All he was buying for
himself was bread, lunch meat and milk.
At first the couple would not take
it, but he insisted. I will never forget what he said. “You need help, and I am
in a place to give it to you. I would like to think that when I need help,
someone will be in a place to give it to me.” The family thanked him profusely
and gratefully. You could see the surprise wash over them. As they were
leaving, the husband turned around and told the man that he would never forget
his kindness. And the man said, “Just repay the favor some day.”
When they left, the man would not
hear me say anything about it, waving my gratitude and tears away. He said it
wasn’t a big deal. “It was to them,” I assured him. And it was to me. I have
never forgotten it either.
Sometimes kindness comes in the
form of a simple smile. Making eye contact with your cashier during your
holiday shopping. Taking a moment to saying thank you to all of your cashiers,
to anyone working in service for you. There are a lot of people in the world
and we don’t know everyone. But at some point in our lives, even our closest
friends were strangers to us. And every stranger is someone’s son, daughter,
mother, father, friend. We have choices every day in what face we show to the
world. Spread compassion and kindness throughout your days. It is the simplest
and most beautiful language we can share and it is a language that will shape
the world around us into a brighter place to live.
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