Sitting here with tears in my eyes.
They are from Arkansas.
I was on my way to the gym.
They were at the bus stop
My window was down.
They carried 2 small suitcases.
I was plotting out my day.
They were hungry.
I had a protein shake.
“Can you please just get us some food,” he humbly asked.
I sure can.
They came here to look for work. I shook his hand. He seemed surprised. She didn’t raise her head.
I suspect I bought them breakfast and lunch. The cashier looked at me, stunned when I didn’t order anything.
Sitting here in my car, I realize I should have ordered a taquito and sat with them. But I was too emotional.
And it’s elliptical and arm day.
I have everything. A gym membership. A home. Tex mex twice a week. Access to healthy food choices.
And as a white male, I have respect.
They have nothing that they haven’t had to fight for.
Perhaps I need to fast today and contemplate the world and my own response to it.
I was hungry and you fed me,
I was thirsty and you gave me a drink,
‘I’m telling the solemn truth: Whenever you did one of these things to someone overlooked or ignored, that was me—you did it to me.’
Is that it?
I don’t know why I am crying.
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