My t-shirt was damp with sweat under my ballistic vest.
My contacts were dried out, making the headache pounding in my head even worse.
And I still had two hours left in my shift.
It was one of those nights.
I was crabby, tired, and really didn’t feel like having to talk or deal with anyone.
I pulled up to one of the public housing hi-rises to do a walk-through.
As my headlights crossed the entryway, I saw an elderly Hmong woman, multicolored skirt flowing in the slight breeze, pushing a grocery cart full of produce. She probably had just come from her garden plot somewhere other than here. As I tapped on my squad laptop, putting myself out at that location, I saw the Hmong woman coming towards my passenger side. I rolled down my window and in her wrinkly little hands she held a large melon or gourd, green tinged. With a big smile, she nodded for me to take it from her outstretched arms that were now reaching into my squad car. I hefted the melon/gourd into my passenger seat and said, “Thank you,” smiling and nodding my head.
I got out of my squad and held the front door of the hi-rise open for her. She said something in Hmong and then made an eating gesture, bringing her hand up to her mouth. I had to laugh to myself. Does she think I don’t know it’s food? I smiled at her and again said, “Thank you” as she padded slowly past me pushing her grocery cart onto the awaiting elevator.
After I walked through the hi-rise, I headed back to my squad car. And there on my passenger seat sat my melon/gourd. I met up with one of my Hmong officers in my unit and told him I had no clue what it was. He said, “Oh very good, it’s an Asian cucumber.”
This simple gesture reminded me that there is good in this world, no matter how bad some people are that we deal with. I felt so special that she gave me her treasured cucumber that she grew with her own fragile hands. I’ve never met her before, never did anything for her, yet she saw my squad car and choose to give it to me. She doesn’t know I have two little boys that will devour it. Or that I was in a crabby mood and needed a little pick me up. She just simply was being kind.
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