A coworker at Hospice told me this incredible story today.
Yesterday she was driving home and she noticed a car stopped by the side of the road. She pulled over to help, something she usually doesn’t do. She walks up to the car and a man gets out… with a swastika and other Neo-Nazi symbols tattooed on his head and face. He had red bootlaces by the way. [You have to do violence to someone to “earn” red laces.] She says “Do you need help?” He, slightly shocked says “Well I normally don’t accept help from…” “Black people?” she interjects. “Ya,” he says. “Well, normally I don’t help Nazis either. So today, we’re just people.” She helped him diagnose the problem, suggested that he get his battery tested, and gave him a jump start. When she was about to leave he asks “May I approach you?” She said she was thinking “Oh Sh*t, what now? He gonna kill me.” He then gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek and said “I was taught that black people are just out to take, or live off others. They’ll hurt you and steal from you.” Then she said “I was taught that Nazis are out to kill you or hurt you too. If you see one you should run! But today, we’re just people. ” They got in their cars and went separate ways.
I was completely captivated and inspired by this story. She said, she just knew she had to stop. Who knows, this guy may end up having a different path. A changed life, not just a fixed care.
Today, we’re just people.