08/23/2026
A man and woman came into the shop today. They walked up to me quietly, both looking shy and embarrassed. The man started by apologizing and told me they were homeless. Then he asked if there was any way they could have some clothes.
I was in the middle of pricing things, so I told them, “Yes, of course. Grab a bag and get what you need.”
They seemed almost confused by my answer.
A little while later, they came back, thanked me, and started to leave. I looked down and realized they had only taken two pairs of shorts.
So I put down what I was doing and stopped them.
I asked their sizes and started helping them find what they actually needed—shirts, socks, underwear, and some other clothes. Then I asked if they at least had a tent.
He said no.
I remembered I had one in the back, so I went and got it for them.
The man looked at me like he was about to cry and said,
“I’ve never met someone like you.”
I told him they were welcome to come back anytime.
And that sentence has stayed with me.
Not because I think I did something extraordinary—but because I don’t think I did.
I helped two people who needed help.
Five minutes of my time.
People will hear stories like this and say, “What a selfless thing to do,” or “You’re such a good person.”
But the part that bothers me is… why is simple kindness considered extraordinary?
Why is such a simple thing not normal.
That’s what really needs to be talked about.
Step up, even just five minutes of your day. Normalize the simple things.
