When the clerk mistreated the veteran, the homeless man stepped in to help. Before leaving the shop, the manager asked the man why he was assisting the elderly veteran, and his response brought the manager to tears.
Karl was out and about. He begged for charity, was fed, and slept in alleyways or wherever he might find a bed. Karl lacked the necessities of life, such as a home, but he had a kind heart, which inspired us to share this tale with you.
On a hot July afternoon, Karl went grocery shopping. He was hungry, so he decided to buy food with the money he had collected from begging in the morning.
Karl shopped the shelves and purchased an orange drink and a packet of cheap crackers. He then stood in line ahead of the cashier to pay the bill.
He heard two persons conversing and looked out the window to see an older man standing at the cash register.
Karl became aware of the clerk ranting at the old man. «Are you serious?» she inquired. Are you counting the coins individually? This will take you an eternity, guy! You must begin moving!
Oh, it won’t take long. I… I’m sorry. «I’ll make it quick,» muttered the elderly guy, his hands quivering as he counted the money. The cashier had already bagged the items and was patiently waiting for the man to pay. She kept interrupting him and tapping on the counter to get him to hurry up.
She lost patience when she observed the man was taking his time counting the money. Why have you come here if you are unable to pay? Do you have nothing? «Not even a business card?»
I’m a veteran, Miss. Don’t you think I should be handled with more courtesy and consideration? I never stated that I would not pay! He responded obstinately, which annoyed her even more. While everyone else in line was excitedly awaiting their turn, no one assisted the elderly veteran.
A guy approached the veteran and came to his rescue when he noticed that he was in trouble. Karl was the gentleman in question.
«I will assist you, sir,» he replied, as he proceeded to count the man’s money.
The cashier interrupted them once more. Why are you assisting him? It’s his fault that he only brought about change! Not to mention that a coarse man like you can’t help himself, and you’re going to help him? «mocked she.
Karl remained silent.
All right, sir. «Fifty-two dollars!» he shouted when he completed counting.
«And I’ve got another fifty dollars,» the old guy said. The total now stands at $112. Here you are, Miss… «he said, arranging the money in two rows on the counter. However, there was a lack of funding.
«And here’s another four dollars!» the guy yelled, pointing to the message. Wait a minute! What’s the deal with you? You’ve kept everyone waiting, and now you’re $4 short! »
Karl eventually said anything. You are not required to yell at him. Here’s four dollars for you! He tossed two $2 bills onto the counter.
Accept the money and express your regret! Ma’am, did you notice he say he was a veteran? He previously selflessly served our country, and now you’re attacking him? People like you do not deserve to be called human!
It doesn’t make a difference. Now, if you’re finished, go! The cashier took the money and instructed them to leave.
I’m not going to let you off the hook. «Your boss should be aware!» Karl informed her.
As he saw Karl treat him with kindness, the elderly man’s eyes welled up with tears.
What should I call you, son? «My name is Simon,» he said as he introduced himself.
My name is Karl, sir. «I’m homeless, but I live better than most of the people here who have money!» he said passionately. «I can help you bring your food outside, sir,» he said.
Simon said he could handle it, but when Karl persisted, he gave up. But, before he could assist the veteran, Karl returned the products he had taken to the shelf, knowing he would not be able to get them again.
They were ready to go when a man dressed in a suit approached them. The sign with his name on it said, «Joseph Smith. General Manager.»
Mr. Smith stood off to the side, observing everything that was going on. He contacted Karl after the issue had been handled and asked him why he had assisted Simon. «…Why did you do it? «he wondered.
«Sir, why not?» — Karl said, «I’ve had a rough existence on the streets, and most people avoid or completely ignore me. You can see I’m in bad shape. However, there have been several situations when people have been gracious to me. I know that doing good always returns to you in some way. So I couldn’t stand it if someone rejected me like that! »
Mr. Smith grinned. «Would you like to work at my shop?» he said of Karl, as if he hadn’t heard anything he had said previously. «I’m going to need to recruit a shop steward.»
Karl’s eyes began to well up. «What, I—I’m not sure, sir.» Are you… Are you sure? »
«You could start today if you want!» Mr. Smith said. «So, sir… What is your name?
Karl, sir… I’m not sure how to express my gratitude, but thank you! Sir, thank you very much. I’ll give it my all. »
«I know, Karl,» said Mr. Smith thoughtfully. I’d like to hire someone who is committed to doing good. People like you are hard to come by these days.
Karl couldn’t believe how wonderfully everything had turned out. He began his day as a homeless guy and concluded it as a well-paid shop steward. He thanked Mr. Smith and promised to work hard. The cashier, on the other hand, was fired for insulting Simon. Arrogance, in the end, is never a justification for anything.