No One Feared The Beard
I work in a build-your-own-sandwich type of place. We have a regular who has come in every Sunday for as long as I can remember. He’s a very old man with a super long beard. He looks a little rough around the edges and unapproachable, but he’s never acted unfriendly even though he might look it.
A family with two young sons comes in, and they start ordering their sandwiches. The youngest boy, maybe four or five years old, notices the old man and immediately approaches him with a big bold smile.
Little Boy: “Hi!”
His parents haven’t noticed yet, and I am happy to observe the old man smiling ever-so-slightly.
Old Man: “Hello, young man.”
Little Boy: “My grandpa said men with long beards always have good stories, and your beard is the longest ever!”
The old man suddenly roars with laughter. It’s so loud and so sudden that it shocks everyone in the place — everyone, that is, except the little boy, who is laughing along with him.
The parents suddenly notice that their youngest is talking to someone, and the mother comes over.
Mother: “Come on, now, [Little Boy]. Stop bothering the nice man.”
Little Boy: “But, Moooom! The beard! He has stories! Storiessssss!“
Now I can’t help it. I am laughing, as are the old man and a few other customers.
Old Man: “If it’s okay with you, miss, I am sitting here for a few more minutes while I finish my sandwich. I can tell him a short and fun story that’s age-appropriate if he’d like.”
Mother: “I don’t want him to be a bother—”
Old Man: “Honestly, I’d appreciate the company.”
Hesitantly at first, the mother relaxes her grip a little on her son, and he enthusiastically sits at the same table as the old man. The family sits at the table next to him so that they can listen to the story, which sounds like one of those older parables my own grandparents used to tell.
After two or three minutes, the tale is done.
Little Boy: “Thanks! You remind me of my Grandpa!”
Old Man: “Tell him I appreciate the compliment!”
Little Boy: “Oh, I can’t. He went away.”
Mother: *Stepping in* “My dad, his grandpa, passed away last month. You do resemble him, I have to admit. I’m sorry again if he’s being a bother—”
Old Man: “Ma’am, your son is the first friendly face I have seen in almost five years. These last few minutes have been a blessing; the last possible thing he has been is a bother. Thank you for your kindness.”
And with that, he stood, bowed slightly, and headed on out as was his routine.
I never saw him, or that family again, but it was a little moment that will stick with me forever. A minute or two of kindness can be everything…