This was my breakfast this morning; sausage, egg and cheddar on a croissant with orange juice from Arby’s. At first glance, it may seem like it’s nothing special, but I assure you there is much more to it than meets the eye.
I awoke this morning around 4 AM and upon doing so, I sent my adorable wife a good morning text as I normally do. I then got dressed, made my bed and sauntered inside so I could freshen up and grab some breakfast before starting down the road for Seagoville, TX.
I placed my order but when it came time to pay, I realized that I had grabbed my driver license and not my debit card. I apologized to the lady and requested she cancel my order.
I turned and began walking back to my truck when a voice from behind spoke up and said “no, that’s okay. Here, I will take care of it!”
It was a young black man in his mid to late 20s.
I spoke up and said “you don’t have to do that, man. It’s alright!”
“Nah,” he replied. “I gotchu.”
“Thanks, man!” I responded, as I fist bumped him.
He said “I was in Minden, Louisiana, the other day.”
I know where that is,” I replied. “There’s a small Cajun restaurant across the street from loves with some good food!”
“Yeah!” he exclaimed. “I was ordering food in that Love’s the other day and when I was about to place my order, the guy at the counter told me that I need to pick my money up off the ground. I had dropped a $10 bill and didn’t know it, and no one behind me said anything,” he continued.
“So I took my food out to the truck and then came back in and asked him if he had change for a $10 bill, because I was going to give him half of it. He didn’t want to open the drawer to make change but I told him it was only right that he should have half of it because if he hadn’t said anything, I would be out the whole $10.“
Standing there with a smile, I said “I really appreciate you doing that for me,” and fist bumped him again.
He said “you hungry, man. We gotta help each other out here on the road!”
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As you can see after reading everything, I said, this is no ordinary breakfast croissant. This is a token of someone’s kindness, and not just anyone’s kindness but the kindness of a southern black man.
I mentioned that he is a black man for one reason – to put a lie to bed.
To hear the media tell it, America is as racist today as it was before the civil rights movement. Folks, that is a boldfaced lie. This is the second time over the past few months that a black man has purchased my meal.
Y’all be safe out there and don’t believe the media.
