Stepping Away from the Machine
My first job was as a checker at a grocery store chain here in the town I live in again. I was 16. A homeless couple came through with just a few food items and som... View MoreStepping Away from the Machine
My first job was as a checker at a grocery store chain here in the town I live in again. I was 16. A homeless couple came through with just a few food items and some coupons. The coupons didn't match up. I was a kid, so I informed her they didn't match up. She looked me right in the eyes, greatly pained and asked, "Please?" And suddenly her coupons were good. That was an early step of me moving away from the machine. She mattered. They mattered. Human beings matter. We matter way more than the machine that enslaves us.
