#54 Pay for someone’s groceries.

It was a wonderfully relaxing weekend and I couldn’t be happier that I visited my family. I spent the days hiking with my mom through Rattlesnake Point (even saw a deer!) and riding my bike through my old familiar stomping grounds. In the evenings, we dragged the TV out into the backyard, wrapped ourselves in blankets and watched old black and white Polish movies (which are hilarious by the way) under the stars.

I found out more about my parents’ history: growing up in Poland under communist control, falling in love (my dad couldn’t resist her white kneesocks), my dad sneaking out of the army to go on dates, sleeping in train stations, running away to Germany with a screaming infant…it all seems so surreal in comparison to my cushy 9-5 #yolo existence.

I realized that I have such a profound appreciation for my parent’s determination, but also for their love of life. They’ve instilled in me both a fierce stubbornness to never give up, but also the ability to enjoy the little things. Without getting too sappy (I’m feeling pretty fucking sappy right now), I majorly lucked out in the immigrant parent draw.

Today’s act of kindness isn’t my own, it is actually my mother’s. She’s been very intrigued by my project for awhile (although won’t cross the line by asking me for a URL *phew*) and wanted to partake.

While being dragged around Costco by my grandmother, my mother tagged along to help me grab some groceries (and offer moral support). My options in the concrete jungle are quite limited, and due to my piss poor planning I usually end up spending 2-3x as much on groceries purchased at Rabba (the local purveyor of all my sustenance).

My fridge currently houses the following items: two jars of mayonnaise (I have issues…), half a bottle of hot sauce, one jar of olives, two eggs and a dejected-looking Brita filter. Needless to say, I pretty much put a jumbo-sized everything into my Costco cart.

As we approached the cash, my mom was like, “I got this.” Which led to some back-and-forth protesting, but in the end, she paid for my haul. She said, “I know you don’t need me to pay for your groceries, but once in a while, it feels nice to do it for you anyways.”

It was a great end to my weekend. And now I can finally stop eating like a degenerate and make myself some real food!

Total Act of Kindness: $210

 

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4 Comments

  1. This is really interesting because I actually made a post about donating today as well! I think you and I are in sync! 😉 Beautiful writing and I hope you enjoy yourself while cooking! Let me know if you want me to send over any recipes, I’m addicted to Googling recipes and trying them out.

    • I am always open to new recipes (but keep in mind I am a SUPER basic cook). If you stumble across any you particularly enjoy, feel free to shoot them over anytime! 🙂

  2. Your post hits home on so many levels – in my town, there are many people who are struggling. Once while I was in line, the lady ahead of me didn’t have enough cash to pay for her groceries, and when I looked at the items – baby food, diapers, fruits – I looked at the cashier, and said, “I got it.” The woman in line looked at me, almost pained. I smiled and told her, “Look, I was once almost where you are, and honestly, most people have been in tight spots. When you can, pay it forward.” She smiled and hugged me. It’s a small act of decency, but meant so much. People covered my ass when I couldn’t pull certain things off…It was my turn to pay it forward. Always pay it forward.

    • How amazing that you were able to pay that forward; and I’m sure she will one day as well when she’s back on her feet. Acts like this, people never forget.

      I never forgot when a stranger once paid for my coffee – much less my groceries! I walked all around all day with a spring in my step and renewed faith in humanity.

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