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.
I felt ridiculous.
But the moment that really hit me? As I stood there watching, the woman patted his tattooed arm and said, “You remind me of my grandson.
He was kind like you.” And this guy, this so-called “sketchy” guy I had unfairly judged, just smiled and said, “That’s the best compliment I’ve ever gotten.”
I stood there, feeling ashamed of myself.
And then, as I turned to leave, I realized he had also paid for her groceries.
I walked off in a bit of a daze, replaying the moment over and over in my head. I couldn’t believe I had been so quick to assume the worst.
To clear my head, I headed to the next aisle to find some cereal for my morning routine.
But I couldn’t stop thinking about the kindness I had just witnessed.
It made me question how many other times I had judged people in my life without getting to know them first.
I caught sight of the tattooed guy again in the produce section. He was placing a bunch of bananas into a plastic bag.
He seemed perfectly normal, going about his day, and for some reason, that made me smile.
I almost wanted to apologize right then and there—to walk up and say, “I’m sorry I assumed things about you.” But I didn’t.
I was too embarrassed, and maybe a little shy.
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