The other day I was traveling though an unfamiliar neighborhood. Driving was a bit precarious as I slowed to read the signs...Tran's Pho, Willie's BBQ and a small sign leading the way to a smoke house.
My pulse raced as I mentally noted several spots along the way.
Then I noticed a building with my favorite tell-tale sign: a line that wound its way out to the busy street. Approaching noon on a sunny fall Saturday, a bustling crowd was already waiting outside.
I slowed to take note of the sign:
Northwest Community Food Bank
Oh.
Talk about a reality check! While I'm whizzing around town, anxiously looking forward to lunch with my friends and searching for the next great restaurant find...bam! My latest "discovery" was a distribution point for feeding the poor.
Deeply humbled by the experience, I begin to wonder...how fragile is my own financial situation?
And one day, could I land in the same spot?
