Imagine with me for a moment, this story of a young girl. A young girl walks into a small store with a short list of things to buy. She gingerly picks up a shopping basket and smiles at the young person working in the produce department. The same young person who is stocking produce every Wednesday she visits the store. As they exchange a friendly hello she winds her way through the store placing each of her items in the basket. She makes her way to the front of the store ready to checkout where she is greeted by the young cashier who helps her each week. Check out is quick and as she offers a friendly goodbye, she picks up her bags and heads to the car.
The parking lot is quiet but as she unlocks the car door she hears a voice yell, “stop!” Turning, she sees the young produce person running toward her. “That’s not your bag!” She looks down in confusion. Suddenly, multiple people approach her car and her head begins to whirl as confusion fills the air. Each person is yelling something different but all accusing her of the same thing. Stealing from the store.
The world begins to spin as her cheeks flood with heat. These people know her. She is in their store every week. They know she would never steal anything. She quickly hands over her bags as the manager grabs them from her hands. Tears spill down her cheeks. How could they assume such things about her? Suddenly what was a quiet parking lot has now turned into a dramatic production. People are watching, pointing, and whispering. The young girl is shaken and humiliated. What just happened?