I asked if he would like to have some bread and he again shook his head from side to side. Then the last thing I was serving which were pickles. I asked the child if he would like some pickles and his head immediately started to nod up and down meaning he wanted some. The smile on his face went from one ear to the other. He appeared so thankful to have gotten some pickles. I gave the young boy a bunch of pickles. The boy quickly went to his seat and sat there with a huge grin on his face and enjoyed his pickles. After he finished the pickles on his plate he then walk up to the counter that he could barely see over hesitated for a minute and in this very quite voice he asked me "Can I please have some more pickles?" The voice of the child was so faint that I could hardly hear him. This boy was so shy. I told him he was more than welcome to have some more. I think that I made the little boy’s day by giving him more pickles. He had a smile on his face for the rest of the day. It made me feel really good that I was able to make the boy happy. At the thrift shop, about ninety percent of the people were Hispanic. One of the workers at the thrift shop I encountered could not talk English so it was very difficult for him to tell me anything. This one time when it was just he and I and we were testing a dryer to see if it still worked, he was trying to tell me to move the dryer near an outlet so we could plug it in. I had no clue what so ever what he was trying to instruct me to do. I just stood there looking at the man and we both felt helpless because we could not communicate with words. After a minute or so he finally made some hand motions and I figured out what he meant. This whole situation was awkward for both of us and understood that. I grew up in a small town in western Massachusetts and it is out in the country so I have never encountered people with the situation those in Lawrence endure. This community ser...
