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Jul. 30th, 2007 12:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trinityvixenAmidst all the running about this weekend--thrift stores, Woodbury Commons, brunch, lunch, dinner, drinks!--I had a little bit of my faith in humanity restored.
In a thrift store we went to on 98th and 2nd, a woman walked in and introduced herself to the very friendly guy working in the tiny, cramped place. She introduced herself as that woman who brought in that homeless guy that time who needed a coat. Which, apparently, the guy gave to him. This time, she was there with a boy she just met, who was probably twelve at most, super skinny in obviously old clothes. She wanted to get him some sneakers to replace the floppy canvas ankle bracelets he was wearing.
Together, she and the proprietor picked out a least three sets of clothing for the boy (shoes, alas, not being available in his size), to which they were still adding by the time I left with theKathy. At one point, the woman started being very motherly fussy over him and telling him she wanted to meet his mother and that, though his father was in prison, that made him no less the boy's father. Just as I left, she had picked out a shirt for him and he made a comment about how the shirt logo was that of his school. Her words: "You see? You got good karma! People have good karma around me, it must just rub off. I wish I could get some!"
If anyone deserved it, and must assuredly have earned it, it was this lady.
In a thrift store we went to on 98th and 2nd, a woman walked in and introduced herself to the very friendly guy working in the tiny, cramped place. She introduced herself as that woman who brought in that homeless guy that time who needed a coat. Which, apparently, the guy gave to him. This time, she was there with a boy she just met, who was probably twelve at most, super skinny in obviously old clothes. She wanted to get him some sneakers to replace the floppy canvas ankle bracelets he was wearing.
Together, she and the proprietor picked out a least three sets of clothing for the boy (shoes, alas, not being available in his size), to which they were still adding by the time I left with theKathy. At one point, the woman started being very motherly fussy over him and telling him she wanted to meet his mother and that, though his father was in prison, that made him no less the boy's father. Just as I left, she had picked out a shirt for him and he made a comment about how the shirt logo was that of his school. Her words: "You see? You got good karma! People have good karma around me, it must just rub off. I wish I could get some!"
If anyone deserved it, and must assuredly have earned it, it was this lady.
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Date: 2007-07-30 06:41 pm (UTC)