today i went to taco bell to get me some 89cent double decker tacos (deals). as i was walkin into the store, a black kid about my age was walking in too. he looked like a thug, baggy levis, tied up dreads, fitted cap, xxxxxl shirt, the works. i held the door open for him. i was kinda rattled, i dunno why.. but i was also tryna be courteous (in the back of my head i was like ‘dont cause no trouble’).
racist me huh?
anyways, the kid got to the front of the line and i was right behind him. then to my surprise, the kid turned to me and asked, “whats that one called?” pointing at a crunchy burrito. i was startled. he was so soft spoken. i looked at him with a puzzled look, then told him what it was. he squinted back at the board and scanned around and asked me the same question, except pointing at a taco this time. i answered again. he then turned to the cashier and ordered one small burrito. just one. then proceeded to pay with a food stamp.
i was startled. ignorant me thought that food stamps did not exist anymore.
in a soft voice the kid turned to me and said “thanks for helpin me out.” thats when it hit me. this kid had it rough. he obviously had no money and could not read.
sometimes i feel like im an unlucky member of society. my family struggles economically, which is why my family downgrades and moves so much. but after today, this occurrence reassures my feelings about being thankful for what i have today. there are so many people who still have it way worse. im blessed with what i have, even if its not a lot when compared to others.