I think I’m a pretty strong woman, but I’ve never felt more vulnerable in my life than when I was pregnant. There are the obvious obstacles like not being able to move as quickly, not being able to defend oneself effectively, and things like that. But the most important vulnerability for a pregnant woman is trying to protect her precious cargo and knowing just how helpless she can be in a bad situation. The tiny baby inside of her is completely dependent on her to keep it safe, and that’s not always possible. There are things that are beyond anyone’s control. One of those things is physical abuse (or any kind of abuse). The most vulnerable stage of an abused woman’s life is when she’s trying to leave her abuser. The woman in the story below was just trying to buy food and her abuser even wanted to hurt her by denying her that. However, a kind stranger stepped in. Enjoy this heartwarming story.
I am standing in line around midnight. In front of me is a pregnant girl, around 20 years old. She is wearing pajamas and clearly looking as if she has seen better days. (She also has a black eye, which is a little alarming to me.)
Cashier: Did you find everything alright?
Pregnant Customer: Yes, thanks. Can you see if my card has anything on it before you ring it up?
Cashier: No, sorry. I could ring things up one at a time and see if it’ll take for each one. If you don’t mind waiting for me to cash out the other three people in line, I’ll be more than happy to do that for you.
Pregnant Customer: No, no, let’s just try. I hope the deposit has hit already.
(The cashier rings everything in, and the pregnant customer swipes the card. It declines.)
Cashier: Do you have another form of payment?
Pregnant Customer: No *starts crying* He must have already canceled the card.
Cashier: Cancelled the card?
Pregnant Customer: My ex-boyfriend kicked me out tonight. He came home and said the baby couldn’t be his, hit me, and threw me out. He must have called and canceled our food stamp card. I don’t even know where I’m going to put all this. A friend is letting me use her extra fridge until I can get an apartment.
(Then, one of the customers in line behind me speaks up.)
Customer Behind Me: Ma’am, just put it on my ticket.
(I move out of the way so the customer behind me can push his cart forward. He clearly has $200 or more worth of food on his own, and the pregnant customer has about $150.)
Cashier: Sure.
Pregnant Customer: No, no I can’t.
Customer Behind Me: Honey, don’t lecture me. My mom was kicked out by my dad because he thought she was sleeping around on him. She worked two jobs to keep a roof over my head. I’m not letting some deadbeat a**-hole throw his girlfriend out because he has trust issues.
Pregnant Customer: I can’t. It’s too much. I don’t have a job; I can’t pay you back.
Customer Behind Me: Take my card. I’ve seen you in here a few times during regular shopping hours. You’re always very nice to the employees and everyone in line. I need a receptionist for my apartment complex. Come by tomorrow, and well have an interview. I give discounts to my employees on their rent.
(By this time, the cashier has finished ringing in the items, and they’re bagged already.)
Cashier: Your total is $459.92.
(The customer behind me gently pushes past the pregnant customer. He swipes his card, enters his pin, and then hugs her.)
Customer Behind Me: Things do get better. See me tomorrow; I’m serious.
(Sir, wherever you are You restored some of my faith in humanity. Thank you. Maam, wherever you are, I hope you and your baby have a great life, and you find someone to take care of you both and love you the way you deserve. I hope you got that job, but judging from how the man was talking, I’m sure you did!)
