Taking a break from my regular postings—currently about my personal connections with people in Gaza and Israeli communities near the Gaza border—I decided to blog about a good mensch story, spontaneously aiding a recent Ukrainian immigrant. Originally I’d posted this with Nextdoor, an online neighborhood message board. As of this blog, 54 people have commented. I’ll conclude my story with some of those comments.
I stood waiting in line to check out while the line behind me lengthened. I felt my impatience rising, along with that of others behind me. A woman two customers in front of me was unable to pay because her EBT (Electronic Benefits Transfer, or Food Stamps) card failed to complete the transaction. The cashier, a tall man with a strong jutting chin and brush hair cut, tried three times to complete the sale. He said, I can’t understand a word you’re telling me, your card just doesn’t work. Do you have any other way to pay? The woman, perhaps in her 60s, stout, looked bewildered. I was nearly close enough to overhear. I thought I heard her speak Russian to the cashier. The woman behind her, in front of me, then began translating. She turned around to me and explained, this woman is from Ukraine.
Unable to find a way to pay, the Ukrainian woman unpacked all her food from her large shopping bag. As the two women continued to speak, a woman behind me said, I’ll pay for her groceries. Translated from English to Ukrainian or Russian, the Ukrainian woman put her hand over her heart and shook her head no, she wouldn’t accept this gift. The cashier then called the manager, a young black woman. Helped by the accidental translator, she spoke with the Ukrainian woman who then, smiling, repacked her groceries and left the store. A gift from Porter Square Star/Shaw’s market.
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We guys—all standing around Skip and cheering him—are filled with gratitude for his having written this story: Thank you, dear friend!
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