Cashier Laughed At Old Woman Counting Pennies So I Did Something That Got Me Arrested

That’s when I saw something that changed everything. The old woman’s sleeve had ridden up when she tugged my arm. And underneath, on her forearm, I saw numbers. Faded blue numbers tattooed into her wrinkled skin.

She was a Holocaust survivor.

This woman had survived the worst evil humanity ever created. Had walked through hell. Had watched her family murdered. Had been starved and tortured and branded like cattle.

And now she was standing in a grocery store in America, crying because she couldn’t afford bread.

“Ma’am,” I said quietly. “Those numbers on your arm. You were in the camps?”

She looked up at me with watery eyes. Nodded slowly. “Auschwitz. I was fourteen.”

The store went silent. Everyone heard.

I turned back to the manager. “This woman survived Auschwitz. She survived Nazis. She survived starvation and death camps and watching her entire family die. And your employee just laughed at her for not having enough money for bread.”

The manager’s face went pale. The cashier looked like she wanted to disappear.Continue reading…