My Heart

Friday, I got through most of the day before the wind got knocked out of me. I just got back from my walk around 5, just turned my computer on, got comfortable and then was told that there was a lady at the gate, she says I help feed her family. I immediately started grumbling about how that is just to bad she will have to come during scheduled times and I have nothing right now. I grumbled until I saw her standing there at the gate, she didn't come last week to get the news we had no food for a while and traveled a good several hours probably by foot. The image that met me was her beautiful little 3 year old girl with a disability in her arms, her two year old holding onto her skirt, her 8 year old daughter standing near and then her beautiful 5 year old son hurdling as fast as he can into me so he could wrap his arms around me and burry his head into my stomach. She apologized about being late, she is one of my poorest moms, single with her whole family, her sick mom at home and nothing. I told her I had nothing, we have no food or money here at the Mission for this program right now. Then I looked at her little girls and held her son close to me and broke. I left and went and found everything that was edible in my room that was not jello mix, muffin mix or flaming hot cheetos. They got crackers, tuna, and a bunch of pre-made brown rice and my broken heart. She was grateful and I ache.