Acts of Kindness are the American Way.
In this post-election era of anti-immigration vitriol, the diary entry below posted in the New York Times by Jayan Dhru seems especially needed for this Thanksgiving Day. What do you think?
I had been going to the same Afghani coffee vendor at the corner of Old Slip and Water Street for years. We would make small talk in broken English or Hindi. Not knowing his name, I just called him Khansaab, a term of respect on the subcontinent.
After ordering my coffee one morning, I realized I had forgotten my wallet in my car (in New Jersey). This should be no problem, I thought, I can just pay tomorrow.
I was surprised when Khansaab gruffly said, “No” to my request to pay the next day.
“What?” I asked in a hurt tone.
Of course, I should have known better. He put a banana with my coffee in a bag, and insisted that I take $20 from him. “Jay,” he said, “you can’t be in New York without any money.”
Thank you, Khansaab