Reading this story reminded me of an event that happened to me some years ago now.
I was twenty-four with two young sons, living with my grandmother. We were in a serious mess, all of us, thanks to the antics of my very controlling and habitually lying husband. Every day, he would leave the house to go to work and come home telling us it was just a few more days until our apartment was ready.
Come payday, there would be a problem with the bank holding up his paycheck, so no money, and an emergency at the complex that was pushing things back, so no apartment. I was trusting of the man I married and bore children with and felt powerless to do anything about the situation anyway.
On the day of this story, there was no food in the house. I was often begging my husband for money to go to the grocery store, dealing with his outrage that I was standing up to him even a little bit, but today, he was all smiles as he left for work.
Husband: “I made a call-head order at [Pizza Place]. Come eleven o’clock, you’ll have a pizza and soda, no problem.”
I love pizza, and so did my grandma and boys, so I recall feeling very relieved that he was thinking about us and thanking him before he went out for the day.
Eleven o’clock came and went, and nothing showed up. My two- and four-year-olds were expressing how hungry they were, and even my grandma was beginning to wonder when food would show up. Keep in mind, I wasn’t kidding about not having food; the week before, I had reached the point of desperation to drag a wagon to the grocery store (as I didn’t have access to a car) and exchange canned goods for other fresher items I could feed my little family with. This pizza was likely the only food we were going to get today, and while I was worried about what we would do tomorrow, I was more worried about what I would do today.
So, I called [Pizza Place]. The worker who answered was polite sounding and took my details in a respectful way, but they quickly became confused.
Worker: “There haven’t been any call-ahead orders. Are you sure? Do you have the details of the order right?”
Upon finding out what the order was supposed to be and why I was so concerned about its absence, they became extremely apologetic.
Worker: “I’m so sorry, but no such order has been called in. And unfortunately, that’s far over the amount that we could give away for free.”
Me: “I’m sorry for the trouble. I know you can’t do anything about it; it’s not your fault the order was never made. I appreciate your time.”
They were sorry, I was sorry, and just as politely as they had treated me, I hung up.
I was sitting in the living room with my grandma a little while later, trying to figure out what to do, when there was a knock at the door. Curious, and knowing Grandma couldn’t easily answer herself, I went to see who it was.
It was a pizza delivery driver. Smiling, this person, who didn’t know me and had no reason to believe my story, handed me a box.
Driver: “I have a large cheese pizza and a two-liter of orange soda for you, your sons, and your grandmother!”
I can’t remember now what exactly was said or how the food was comped or paid for. I just remember sobbing joyful tears in full view of this stranger as my young boys celebrated. I recall the driver gently waving and walking off. I couldn’t believe their kindness.
Friends, as I said, it’s been years. My grandmother has passed on and my sons are taller than me, and I have long since divorced that horrible man that told me bold-faced lies, uncaring that his family was being left without food.
But to this day, especially when I hear people badmouth “uncaring employees from big-name corporations”, I think about the time those same overworked and underpaid big-name pizza workers cared more about me than I ever would have imagined and certainly would have expected. I learned that day that some people really do care about other people and that no matter how some jerks may act, I am always worth it. I learned that day that I matter enough for a stranger to buy me a pizza when I’m hungry, and I’m grateful that every time I feel anxious and frightened, I can remember that fact.
Related:
A Hot Slice Of Kindness, Part 5
A Hot Slice Of Kindness, Part 4
A Hot Slice Of Kindness, Part 3
A Hot Slice Of Kindness, Part 2