
Today at the grocery store, as I passed the cheese isle, I heard a muffled little voice call my name. I looked over my shoulder to see who it could it be – but to no avail. Then the voice called again. As I moved closer to the cheese case, I heard, “Hey! Psssst!! Collie! Down here!” As I looked down, to my amazement, what did I see? It was a happy little triangle of Brie, staring up at me! It happened to be the last one left that was on sale…an awesome sale actually, but then again, that’s the kind of thing you find at Trader Joe’s – awesomeness as if it were infused into the air like aromatherapy.
I’m not sure that I have ever had a cheese I didn’t like, but aside from sharp cheddar and wine cheese, Brie is my favorite. And because I’m doing a low carb diet….or rather, trying…it’s nice to have various cheeses on hand. Normally, when I eat Brie, a slice or two of fresh baked French Baguette or Carr’s Water Crackers accompanies it…today however, in keeping with the diet, it will be spread on slices of radishes and jicama. No, it really isn’t as bad as it sounds! I did worry though that I may need to put the Brie back because, for lack of a calculator and a lifelong allergy to mathematics, I was iffy about whether I’d have enough cash to cover it. Normally I’d put it on my debit card but I had left that at home by accident.
We’ve talked about the Brie, which now may have some of you thinking that perhaps I’m not as mentally stable as you once thought….I mean, who has Brie call out their name? Come to think of it – I bet I’m not alone there. So here comes the kindness part… sweeping you up off your feet like a tidal wave of cotton candy, unicorns and Guinness Beer! I get up to the checkout and sure enough I am 67 cents short on my groceries. Sixty seven measley cents! That’s nothing! Why don’t I have that trolling around the bottom of my purse? That’s enough to help that Burl Ives looking dude with The Christian Children’s Fund help at least, I dunno….five kids from Zimbabwe get through Dartmouth and buy some high-yield bonds! Or ME, some Brie! But here it is…this big gaping penniless hole, standing in the way of me and my Brie cheese. I’m standing there, knowing that everything else in the basket I really need, aside from the radishes and jicama that I had anticipated slathering with creamy goodness. So now, I need to put those back too because they’ll most likely rot in my veggie bin.
Putting back one thing is bad enough…but three? Why don’t I just jump up on the counter and scream “I’m a trailer park Queen!!” I’m waiting for the cashier to ask me if I have any food stamps tucked away in my wallet, when another voice chimes in on my scene, one that has a very heavy accent…. “please lady here, please to let me to help you“. I turn to my side and see a very black man with the most beautiful, perfect teeth I have ever seen, reach toward me with a handful of random change. I was shocked. Embarrassed I said, “Oh no, thank you, I’ll just come back later. That’s so nice of you though!”, to which he replies, “Why to come back to later? Please, please you make happy if you take” and extended his hand even closer to me. How could I not accept? Especially if not accepting help from others was a grave insult where he comes from. I opened my hand and happily accepted. I then heard my Brie singing a happy song from inside the bag.
I thanked him profusely and asked him where he was from. “Zimbabwe” he said. He came here three months ago…..made possible only by his American sponsors through The Christian Children’s Fund. ![]()
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