Don’t Judge a Journal by its Cover


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Relatable Songs

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I work at a family-owned restaurant in a small town. I’ve been there for about a year and a half, and what I am about to tell you had never ever happened to me before. I’ve met so many people from all over the place, but I don’t often get to talk to the customers because my job as a bus kid is to clean and stock things in the restaurant.

One night, not too long ago, I was wiped and I felt like I was never going to get to go home. It was toward the end of the night and I was cleaning up a little room near the entrance of the restaurant. In this room, there was a window, so I could see outside perfectly. I happened to see this man outside who looked very confused. I had never seen this man in my life and he looked unsure. He was picking up his meal to-go, so I assumed he had never been here before. He looked at me through the window and asked, “Where is the entrance?” Ever since the coronavirus pandemic began, I have had to wear a mask and gloves at all times (it’s not fun). I couldn’t pull down my mask, so I simply pointed to the direction of the door and he said, “Thank you!” I gave him a thumbs up and tried to smile, but with a mask it was hard.

I thought nothing of it because it’s my job to help out in any way I can. Then, a few minutes later when I had some free time, my boss looked at me and gave me a signal that she needed to talk to me. I don’t know why, but I was scared. She asked me, “Did you help that man who just came in to pick up his food?” I said, “Yes, I did help him.” At this point, I was freaking out because I thought I was in trouble. She turned around and gave me this book:

I was very confused, but she said that the man paid for his food, took it out to his vehicle, and came back with this journal to give to me because I had helped him. No joke, I almost started to cry. In my year and a half of working, I have recently started to earn tips, but I had never seen anything like this. I took it home and told my parents about it and they loved the story. It was getting late in the night when I finally got the chance to take a good look at this book. Not only was it a journal, but it included Bible verses at the bottom of each page. Y’all, that was a moment

To this day, I do not know the man’s name or where he is from, and I haven’t seen him since. Something I didn’t previously mention is that this man was Black. Black men are not common in this area, and he just looked perplexed, so I helped him. No, I didn’t just help this man for “clout.” I helped him because it was the right thing to do, whether it was my job or not. 

But just imagine. Imagine if the world didn’t discriminate against people for their skin, race, or body type; the list goes on and on. The world would be so amazing and friendly. Our generation needs to be the change and make the world a better place, or we will only continue to go downhill.

So, the song of the week is “Imagine” by John Lennon. There is no need to do a deep dive into the lyrics because the whole song is so inspirational and so spectacular. Definitely would give it a listen!

Always, and I mean always, treat people with kindness.

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  1. Love this story! It is not hard to just be kind. Share direction. Smile and say hello (yes even in a mask), your eyes will show your warmth. Just treat others the way you want to be treated. Be kind. Be the hands and feet of Jesus.

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