I played a little U2 this morning in hopes of starting the day off right and it worked. Met Liz at the soup kitchen for lunch and had delicious vegetable soup and a meat sandwich on multi-grain bread! I even got a loaf to take home and Liz gave me her sandwich so I have supper that isn't pasta or KD. (I promised to bring the rest of my peanut butter to our Thursday Rotary breakfast so we can share it.) It was great!
How can lunch at a soup kitchen feel so good and inspirational? There was a family there with a little baby, happy and laughing. There were teenagers across the table gabbing away. There was a very old lady with the warmest smile who served me tea and made sure everything was perfect. She was the one who gave me extra bread. People getting by, making do and helping each other. How can I ever feel down or complain?
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