I was in Walmart, just grabbing a few things before heading home.
You know how it is—quick stop, in and out.
As I walked down the snack aisle, I noticed this young guy standing near the chips.
He was covered in tattoos and had that look.
The kind of guy that makes you hold your purse a little tighter.
I don’t even consider myself the judgmental type, but something about him made me uneasy.
Maybe it was the way he kept glancing around, or how he was just standing there, not really shopping.
I figured he was either waiting for someone or—if I’m being completely honest—I thought he might be up to no good.
Then, it happened.
An elderly woman in front of me dropped a bag of rice, and it burst open, spilling everywhere.
I hesitated, debating if I should help, but before I could even move, the tattooed guy was already kneeling.
He didn’t just help—he reassured her, telling her it was no big deal, joking that she was “too strong for these weak bags.” Then, he called over an employee to get a replacement and stayed with her until she was steady on her feet.
…The story doesn’t end here, it continues on the next page 👇
