Today I was trying to put
a very large container on my trailer at one of my customer's stores. I wasn't
having much luck when Joe showed up. I knew that his name is Joe because it was
sewn into his shirt pocket, J-O-E.
This young man drove a
company truck and was making a delivery. He saw me
struggling and offered to help. He was strong and offered good suggestions;
between the two of us we made short work of it.
I offered Joe some money,
he declined. By the ring on his finger, I could tell he was married. I suggested
he take the money and take his wife to dinner. He declined. I didn't ask but I
bet he had young children that he could have bought ice cream on his way home. I
am sure they would jump into his arms and say thank you daddy we love you.
Joe didn't want or need the money. He just wanted to help. I am sure glad he did. Did I mention Joe was black? No because it didn't matter to either one of us. We both made a friend. If I ever see Joe again and he needs help with something, I will be first in line to be that guy. Joe proved something today. #colordoesntmatter
We should all be like Joe.
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