A couple of weeks ago, while waiting in line at an Arby’s in Sun City for a quick dinner, I noticed an elderly man wearing a “Marines” baseball cap. He and a woman, likely his wife, were searching their pockets for change to order a $6 combo with two fish sandwiches.
When they reached the front, I saw the man’s hands tremble as he counted just over six dollars. I excused myself to the people ahead and moved to the counter. Some grumbled, but my wife simply said, “Look.”
The man placed his change on the counter, nearly unable to pay. I placed my hand on his shoulder and said, “Semper Fi, Marine. This meal is my treat.” I handed a $20 bill to the cashier and asked her to start the order over, including fries, milkshakes, and pastries for dessert. The man locked eyes with me and said, “Do or die!”
Most customers seemed touched by the moment, except two bikers who joked their watery eyes were allergies. Later, the couple invited us to share their table, and what was supposed to be a quick meal turned into a heartfelt conversation. The veteran shared stories of fighting at Saipan and Iwo Jima at just 19 and receiving Purple Hearts for his heroism.
That day reminded me of life’s profound moments and the kindness that connects us all.