January 20, 2011Posted in: Twelve Lunches
As I was pulling up to the same on-ramp where I’d given a lunch previously, I saw a depressed looking young black man dejectedly holding a sign at an angle that made it hard for me to read. I rolled down my window as soon as I saw him as I’d only have a few seconds at the stop light (it’s one of those ‘one car per green’ alternating lights that help ease traffic onto the highway). When I pulled up to him I offered the lunch and he seemed to perk up a bit and said “anything would help, especially food.” I smiled, handed him the bag, and drove off feeling pretty pleased with myself.
I looked in my rear view mirror, imagining someone hungry happily discovering the bag’s contents and sitting down to enjoy them. Instead, I caught a glimpse of him opening it briefly and then dropping it rather unceremoniously on the ground. He then picked up the sign and again and turned slowly back to the line of cars.
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