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> Never judge someone...

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> 'Some people!' snorted a man standing behind me in

> the long line at the grocery store. 'You would think

> the manager would pay attention and open another line,

> 'said a woman.

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> I looked to the front of the line to see what the hold

> up was and saw a well dressed, young woman, trying to get

> the machine to accept her credit card. No matter how many

> times she swiped it, the machine kept rejecting it.

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> 'It's one of them welfare card things. Damn

> people need to get a job like everyone else,' said the

> man standing behind me. The young woman turned around

> to see who had made the comment. 'It was me,'

> he said, pointing to himself.

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> The young lady's face began to change

> expression. Almost in tears, she dropped the welfare card

> onto the counter and quickly walked out of the store.

> Everyone in the checkout line watched as she began running

> to her car. Never looking back, she got in and drove away.

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> After developing cancer in 1977 and having had to use food

> stamps; I had learned never to judge anyone, without

> knowing the circumstances of their life. This turned out to

> be the case today.

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> Several minutes later a young man walked into the store.

> He went up to the cashier and asked if she had seen the

> woman. After describing her, the cashier told him that she

> had run out of the store, got into her car, and drove away.

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> 'Why would she do that?' asked the man. Everyone

> in the line looked around at the fellow who had made

> the statement. 'I made a stupid comment about

> the welfare card she was using. Something I

> shouldn't have said. I'm sorry,' said the man.

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> 'Well, that's bad, real bad, in fact. Her brother

> was killed in Afghanistan two years ago. He had

> three young children and she has taken on

> that responsibility. She's twenty years old, single,

> and now has three children to support,' he said in a

> very firm voice.

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> 'I'm really truly sorry. I didn't know,' he

> replied, shaking both his hands about.

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> The young man asked, 'Are these paid for?' pointing

> to the shopping cart full of groceries. 'It

> wouldn't take her card,' the clerk told him.

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> 'Do you know where she lives?' asked the man who

> had made the comment.

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> 'Yes, she goes to our church.'

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> 'Excuse me,' he said as he made his way to the

> front of the line. He pulled out his wallet, took out

> his credit card and told the cashier, 'Please use my

> card. PLEASE!'

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> The clerk took his credit card and began to ring up the

> young woman's groceries.

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> Hold on,' said the gentleman. He walked back to

> his shopping cart and began loading his own groceries

> onto the belt to be included. 'Come on people. We got

> three kids to help raise!' he told everyone in line.

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> Everyone began to place their groceries onto the

> fast moving belt. A few customers began bagging the

> food and placing it into separate carts. 'Go back and

> get two big turkeys,' yelled a heavyset woman, as

> she looked at the man. 'NO,' yelled the man.

> Everyone stopped dead in their tracks. The entire store

> became quiet for several seconds. 'Four turkeys,'

> yelled the man. Everyone began laughing and went back to

> work.

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> When all was said and done, the man paid a total

> of $1,646.57 for the groceries. He then walked over to the

> side, pulled out his check book, and began writing a

> check using the bags of dog food piled near the front of

> the store for a writing surface. He turned around and

> handed the check to the young man.

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> 'She will need a freezer and a few other things

> as well,' he told the man.

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> The young man looked at the check and said, 'This

> is really very generous of you.'

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> 'No,' said the man. 'Her brother was the

> generous one.'

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> Everyone in the store had been observing the odd commotion

> and began to clap. And I drove home that day feeling very

> American.

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> We live in the Land of the free, because of the Brave!!!

> Remember our Troops of Yesterday and Today!!!

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> A great example of why we should be kind and patient.

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> Kindness is the language the blind can see and the deaf

> can hear.

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> May God's many blessings continue to be with you -

> ALWAYS!!!

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> MAY THIS KEEP GOING.... IT WILL OPEN A LOT OF

> EYES, HOPEFULLY HEARTS, AND KEEP SOME MOUTHS SHUT.

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> 'History does not entrust the care of freedom to the

> weak or timid.' - Dwight D. Eisenhower

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augman7518 (imported) wrote: Sat Apr 04, 2009 4:22 pm >

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> Never judge someone...

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Playing <JUDGE> is the most dangerous game on earth. It seems to be free to play, so you can spend as much as you like.

You will get the bill after all games are finished, and it is very hard to pay in a place where you cann't take your money

loveU

J***

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> Never judge someone...

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>

> 13. If you ever see anyone either standing for or singing

> the national

> anthem in Spanish - kick their ass - without mercy.> >

>

Probably a good idea to think of that before you try to kick someones ass,

Transward

The good book is very clear on this point " Judge that ye be not judged", in another reading it says " with what judgement ye meet out it is with this judgement ye shall be judged" for those who have made the supreme sacrefice their gift to us at large should never be forgotten, and our children should be taught to continue this respect into future generations.

Bagman

This story made my day. Thanks for sharing it.

Mina.

Whereas I agree with "Judge not," this post is so much bull shit, full of emotional triggers that play on the emotions of the reader. This senario never happened, and as it's presented here, could not have happened. It makes no sense. The woman had enough time to get in her car and drive away, the man that knows her comes in several minutes later, but the same people are still in line?

So her brother was killed in Afghanistan? Where's his wife? Who was taking care of the kids before he was killed? Chances are also that, if she were given custody of the kids, she's would be receiving payments from the State for their care. If nothing else, the kids would be receiving SS or other death benefits, and being in the military, their father probably had life insurance.

I had custody of three of my grandkids for a while. The State paid me to take care of them. I didn't get rich on it, but it was enough to buy food and clothes for them and to help pay the rent.

Why was the guy coming into the store looking for her? If she were expecting him, wouldn't she wait for him? Who's taking care of the three kids, while she's at the store? If he went to the store looking for her,wouldnt' he first look around the store for her? I'm assuming this is a supermarket. Why would the guy have gone up to the same cashier she had used? And everyone is frozen in place just waiting for him to walk up to them to tell them her life story? I don't think so.

If she's tough enough to take care of three kids, would she run out of the store because of the comments of some asshole in line behind her?

I hate crap like this. If you want to attempt to play with my emotions, at least tell a plausible story.

Slammr (imported) wrote: Mon Apr 06, 2009 8:20 am Whereas I agree with "Judge not," this post is so much bull shit, full of emotional triggers that play on the emotions of the reader. This senario never happened, and as it's presented here, could not have happened. It makes no sense. The woman had enough time to get in her car and drive away, the man that knows her comes in several minutes later, but the same people are still in line?

So her brother was killed in Afghanistan? Where's his wife? Who was taking care of the kids before he was killed? Chances are also that, if she were given custody of the kids, she's would be receiving payments from the State for their care. If nothing else, the kids would be receiving SS or other death benefits, and being in the military, their father probably had life insurance.

I had custody of three of my grandkids for a while. The State paid me to take care of them. I didn't get rich on it, but it was enough to buy food and clothes for them and to help pay the rent.

Why was the guy coming into the store looking for her? If she were expecting him, wouldn't she wait for him? Who's taking care of the three kids, while she's at the store? If he went to the store looking for her,wouldnt' he first look around the store for her? I'm assuming this is a supermarket. Why would the guy have gone up to the same cashier she had used? And everyone is frozen in place just waiting for him to walk up to them to tell them her life story? I don't think so.

If she's tough enough to take care of three kids, would she run out of the store because of the comments of some asshole in line behind her?

I hate crap like this. If you want to attempt to play with my emotions, at least tell a plausible story.

I agree with you, but why so hard. My choise was to cut out the story leave the message and turn my reply into something good.

I love them, they are the land of the free, and they need to hear that, even if they need to say it themself. I think Vietnam is the land of the free as I never hear them saying it

LoveUall

J***

While stories like this don't piss me off, per say, I do get tired of similar ones being forwarded to me over and over again.

Now, before anyone gets angry, let me clarify a few things -

It doesn't bother me that this was posted here.

As Slammr said, the story is highly implausible.

Yes, EBT and such "food stamp cards" are a pain in the ass. My sister is a grocery store worker, and 99% of the cards don't work at all - even brand new ones.

No, there's no point in getting mad about it.

Yes, I do believe in help being provided for those that really need it - because we have been in a situation where we needed it before.

But before you get all mooshy about such scenarios, I DEFY you to even attempt such a kindness. You know what it'll get you? You won't get gratitude - you'll get a confrontation.

I once stood in line until my patience was exhausted (which is about 2 seconds for me) behind an old man who had bought about $40 worth of canned stuff. Most of it was tuna, cat food, canned meat product, etc. - the cheap stuff. He had it all figured up and was like <$1 short...change. And he didn't have it; he had a card, but it did work for the balance. He then set in to arguing about the prices and wanted to go over a mile-long receipt. Now at 25/50 cents per can, that is a LOT of cans. Call me a sucker, but I handed the cashier a dollar and told them politely to please move along with life, before someone else in line behind me opened fire on us all. I also offered to make up the difference in his amount of cans that HE thought rang up wrong, just so we could all proceed with business. I just wanted to check out and go home. And I did feel bad for the old guy.

The guy threw a fit.

She called a manager. Normally, I'd not strike an old person, but the guy left me no choice but to give him a good shaking by the collar and good verbal ass-ripping. He got me so angry that when it was said and done, the manager had granted ME permission to remove him from the store - which I happily did, with a lecture not to fuck with someone who's trying to be nice and help. I then asked if anyone else in line needed punched out, much to their laughter and much applause. Some people...

Slammr,

I was once standing in line behind a couple with two young boys. One was sitting in the kid-part of the cart, facing me. The other was about 4, and was eyeballing the candy at the checkout that he'd already been told he couldn't have. As we all know, I am a sucker for little boys, and a devious person with few morals.

As fate would have it, the couple was questioning a purchase, holding up the line.

I saw my chance.

While they were distracted, my 10 yo. Godson and I had a nice chat with the 2 boys. I handed them each a Mountain Dew from the cooler there and a couple of chocolate bars. Well, MY kid had some, and I didn't them to feel left out!

So while they were all distracted, we had a nice little snack. The 2 little boys were about halfway done with the chocolate bars and had sucked down about 1/4 of the sodas when their parents noticed what was going on. By this time, the 2 boys were quite messy.

Turns out they were a tad short on cash and wanted to take some stuff off. It left a balance of less than $10, which I had the cashier run onto my tab after they paid the first part.

They just stared at us in shock. I asked, "Oh, I'm sorry, would you like some too?" with a smile. The mom looked at me and says, "Oh, thanks so much," somewhat sarcastically. She didn't seem impressed with us. Then the 4 yo. says, "My daddy said he's goin' broke in here." I thought the guy was just gonna croak!

I replied, "Are these your oldest? I can tell you horror stories, you know? You want another candy bar?" I asked the kid. "How about some bubble gum to go?"

The mom looks at me and says, "Thanks for the...help..., but can you two please go away now?"

So the happy family goes off with their purchase, and 2 nice little sugared-up kids for the ride home. I felt that I had done my humanitarian duty there, and my Godson learned an important lesson.

What bugs me about this is basically what Slammr mentioned; its a ploy, a fake little parable, meant more to make the original author of the copied e-mail feel all high-and-mighty than to encourage generosity. It's masturbatory writing, "generosity porn", if you will.

What pisses me off most I think is the little "

augman7518 (imported) wrote: Sat Apr 04, 2009 4:22 pm And I drove home that day feeling very

American." line.

As if kindness and generosity are the defining, exclusive attitudes of people from the USA.

It's kinda similar to how the USA has ursurped the word "Americans", a geographical name used by a people from that country which utterly ignores the entire rest of the continent. I'm quite sure when one says "I'm an American!! Love it or leave it!" They do not mean Canadian, Brazillian, and Paraguayan as well. Guess what; people who were born, and live their entire lives, in Mexico, Chile, Brazil and Nicaragua are all Americans, too. Some of us are in the North, some in the South, but they are both The Americas.

No wonder some USA'ers think "Central America" means Kansas.

On an aside, I had a similar experience to Paolo recently when I tried to pay for the rest of a tank of gas for somebody passing through town. An older guy (70's-ish) put just 10 bucks into his tank, I was feeling really good that day, and I told the pump attendant to make it a fill for both of us. The old guy looked at me and told me to mind my own business . Turns out, he was putting just enough gas back into his wifes car to pay for his jaunt to the city; as he told me later, "She aint getting no more gas back than I used, or she can start doing her own damn oil changes".