sandwich of choice

Leaving the grocery store one day, with my groceries and a fat sandwich from their deli, I encountered a very thin, bedraggled woman rumaging through the trash can for discarded soda cans. There was a collection center on the other side of the parking lot where she turned in her finds for a bit of cash. I walked past her to my nice clean car, loaded my purchases and set my sandwich on the seat next to me. Suddenly, I’d lost my appetite and begin to wonder when she last had been able to make a choice about what she got to eat–not just dining on whatever the shelter was handing out–or worse, cheap unhealthy fast food. I walked back, took her into the store and let her pick out whatever she desired from the deli inside.Later, at home, I did enjoy my sandwich afterall.