For many years I worked in a downtown public service organization. Through my work I would encounter so many people going through difficult times. Our doors were open to women and their families for any help we could give.
We had a public cafeteria on our main floor with huge windows looking onto street. A number of times I saw a man passing by who looked as though he was struggling in life and may even have been homeless. He would come into the cafeteria occasionally, order a coffee, then sit and sip it quietly in a corner
. He often looked longingly at the home-style breakfasts being served.
I was personally struggling with finances as our wages had been cut again to keep our organization open. I had planned to treat myself to a breakfast that day, but when I saw this gentleman was there I decided it was my day to treat him.
I ordered the breakfast from the cook (who was a lovely person) and asked her to deliver it to his table but not say where it had come from.
She delivered the breakfast and, from where I stood in the doorway, I could see her speaking to him. He seemed to be saying, "For me?" I watched him looking around as though he couldn't believe this had happened to him. He was hungry and as he ate he began to sit up straighter and he looked better as though a prayer had been answered.
I was thankful to be able share with him that day.