I was out on my route delivering hot meals one evening to people who are food-insecure in Abita Springs, Louisiana. I pulled into the driveway of a gentleman to whom I have been delivering meals since the start of the pandemic in March. As usual, he was sitting on a chair in front of his house waiting for me. I look forward to seeing him each week, as he is always so appreciative to receive the meals.
As I was handing him a bag containing two meals, a woman approached us on a bicycle. She asked me: “Sir, do you have any extra? I am so hungry.” I replied, “No, but if you give me your name and address, I can add you to my list for the next time I am out here delivering meals.” She responded: “Sir, I don’t have an address.” Then, she started to ride off.
Having just learned she was homeless, I stood there, speechless. That is when the gentlemen who had been sitting out in the heat waiting for me to deliver his food shouted, “Hey! you can have mine!”
I said: “There are two plates in the bag. You both can have one!”
He looked at the bag, and then he held it up to the woman who had stopped her bicycle, and said: “No, I have a can of beans that I can warm up. I will be alright. You take both of these.”
The woman took the bag, thanked the man, and rode away.
The man looked at me and said, “Like you say Rev, we gotta just love, just love.” He turned and went inside.
I haven’t stopped smiling.