At the other end...

The theme of this week seems to be about food. Actually, every week revolves around food. I plan my life according to what I'm doing for lunch and dinner.

But I discovered something more about food today. It brings life. That sounds dead simple doesn't it. But to us, the ones that actually have food, it's not something that we consciously think about as we dine. We think about what we are having for dinner. Who we are dining with. Where we are going to try out next. We don't think about how much we need food.

I wish I could capture in pictures how I felt while serving in the soup kitchen today. Crinkled faces paper thin, smiling toothless smiles at a salad bowl and warm bread.

Shaking hands, shy smiles as he reaches for a dirty plastic bag and stuffs it fill with salad.

I've never seen anyone smile at bread wrapped in foil like he did, dreamy look in his eyes at how it can feed his children for the night.

There are two groups of people in this world, I concluded, at the end of dinner. There are those who take the bread, drink the soup, demand for more and when the pot runs dry, leave. That's about 98% of people.

And there are those who eat, and then stay behind, silently, to help wash up. A silent sign of gratitude.

I learnt something new about gratitude and service today.

And how food brings so much joy.

And as Mike and I were talking yesterday, its not about some big grand scheme to eradicate world poverty. Because honestly, that is not gonna happen.

All we need is one person who has food, to give to one person who doesn't, and one extra person in this world is happy.