This post was inspired by Dan Antion’s recollection of an event during which people were compelled by compassion to sacrifice for a stranger. I thought I’d try to carry on the idea.
I’ve known many people who’ve made great sacrifices of their time and energy to help others. One couple, I’ve known longer than I care to admit, organized a monthly dinner for fifty to eighty seniors who were living barely above homelessness and it wasn’t one of those cafeteria-style soup kitchen deals. This was a sit down meal with waiters (us), real silverware and china. And we made everything from scratch: green salad, meatloaf, mashed potatoes (with gravy) and corn. We served each course separately and always ended with a generous piece of sheet cake topped with an inch of icing and those fancy little rosettes. Then we did the cleanup. Although the seniors always thanked us profusely, it was the couple who organized the event, buying all the food and then distributing left-overs to homeless shelters, that deserved all the praise. Although they no longer have the time for the senior dinners, they still manage to be the most generous folks I know.
But what needs highlighting in these troubling times are those unexpected events that give a group of people the opportunity to go out of their comfort zone to help a someone they barely know. I have to admit, when I sat down with this theme in mind, my mind went blank. I thought oh no, that can’t be right. Certainly those of us who’ve been around for a while should be able to recall many an instance of spontaneous compassion.
And then, luckily, this story came to mind.
My daughter lives in a beach town north of San Diego, which, for those of you outside of the United States, is a city from which you can see Mexico. It also has a large port and therefore a huge Naval presence. Whenever we visit, I always insist we stop at a tiny market along the coastal highway that sells produce and the best tortillas available in the States. They also have a variety of specialty foods used primarily in Mexican recipes, and, homemade fruit pies. The clerk is a young man who is slight of build but generous of smile. The regulars address him by his first name. Let’s say that name is Juan.
One morning a post appeared on Facebook, shared by my daughter, that Juan had been detained by the immigration officials. Apparently he’d been pulled over while driving home and then arrested, not because he was here illegally but because his papers weren’t in order. Then he was taken to a detention center for an unspecified amount of time. I don’t know who did it ⏤ the owner of the market or one of the regulars ⏤ but someone had created a GoFundMe to raise money for a lawyer for Juan. So that evening, after talking it over with the hubs and determining an amount to contribute, I went to the GoFundMe site, credit card in hand.
Guess what folks? I was too late. They’d already raised almost fifteen thousand dollars. More than enough for the lawyer and so the site had been closed. After a week had passed, I heard that he’d been released but was too traumatized to return to work for awhile. Makes you afraid to imagine what all those detained children are going through.
Anyway, that’s my story. I hope I can remember more. I really do. How about you? #TheBestinPeople is something to pass on and so I have. Thanks Dan.
14 thoughts on “The Fruit Stand Guy”
I am finding so many people working to make lives better for others. Being in my daughter’s school this last week humbled me to the core! Teachers….. WOW! The cafeteria workers…. WOW! You didn’t mention the work you have done attempting to represent children in need. I am so grateful for my friends and their generous hearts. Love you!
I love you too MA. I agree – teachers are really the true heroes in our society! I don’t know how they do it.
Those dinners must have been grand. I delivered meals for our church a few times. The care that went into the preparation always impressed me. The people were always grateful, but I think mostly they liked knowing that someone cared. I hope the evidence that people cared help the fruit stand guy to work past the trauma. Thanks for the mention. I’m glad to have inspired such a good post.
Thanks Dan. I hope it inspires more people to remember instances of spontaneous compassion. You’re so right – we need hope.
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These events give us hope.
They do indeed. Thanks for the reblog!
Nice reminder to us all, Jan; humanity is what we all have to practice. We are all part of the world and owe it to each other to make things better!
These days we really do need reminders of the best in people, don’t we?
That IS a good one! I love to read about the generosity of others. It’s comforting and uplifting, and I am so glad you shared some of yours.
Thanks Joey. I love that people responded so quickly to this young man’s predicament.
Really appreciated your story and words today, Jan. I liked the image of the market, and the lead-in with the senior meals. The immigration story about “Juan” moved me, an excellent reminder of how reaching out is always the answer. Thank you.
Thank you! I love that little market – it reminds me of my childhood when there were neighborhood markets.
Not enough compassion in this world, Jan. Lovely post, thanks for sharing.