I was standing in a queue when I heard the cashier shouting at an old lady. She was crying. I stepped out of line, walked up to her, and asked gently, “Why are you crying?”
The cashier snapped at me, “Mind your own business. She can’t pay for her bread and eggs. She’s begging me to give them for free, and I told her to leave.” Everyone else in line just gave her disgusted looks.
I couldn’t bear it. I paid for her groceries and offered to walk her home. She smiled softly and said, “I only live two blocks away.” After finishing my shopping, I made her sit in my car and dropped her home. Before getting out, she hesitated and asked, “Son, could you help me carry these groceries inside?”
At first, I felt a little annoyed, thinking maybe she was asking for too much. But when I stepped into her house, two small children — maybe 5 and 3 years old — came running to her. Surprised, I asked, “Where are their parents?”
With teary eyes she replied, “They died in a car accident. These little ones have no one but me. We haven’t eaten since last night. I told them I’d get food somehow, but I didn’t have any money. I just prayed, knowing God would send us an angel.”
At that moment, I broke down. I realized I hadn’t just helped with groceries — I had walked straight into the lives of a struggling grandmother and two hungry children. That day, I cooked them a proper breakfast with my own hands. Since then, I visit them every week with groceries. And because I’m a chef, I regularly invite them to my restaurant to eat with me.
Sometimes, being human is just about showing up when God places you in someone’s path.