The Pie

The Pie We, the women, were waiting in line at the soup kitchen, when a young woman came up to us. She was carrying a plastic bag with what looked like a cake or donuts inside. Would you like this pie? she asked. It’s already cut into slices. The two women ahead of me did not respond. I looked at them, then back at the smiling young woman. I’ll take it. Thank you very much. She handed me the bag. Share this among you. Then she was gone. The first woThe Pie We, the women, were waiting in line at the soup kitchen, when a young woman came up to us. She was carrying a plastic bag with what looked like a cake or donuts inside. Would you like this pie? she asked. It’s already cut into slices. The two women ahead of me did not respond. I looked at them, then back at the smiling young woman. I’ll take it. Thank you very much. She handed me the bag. Share this among you. Then she was gone. The first woman in line called someone, one of the volunteers she knew. Ernie, can you take this inside? I handed him the pie, asking: Could you save me a piece? He laughed. This sort of thing doesn’t happen often anymore, but kindness when it is seen is all the more appreciated. man in line called someone, one of the volunteers she knew. Ernie, can you take this inside? I handed him the pie, asking: Could you save me a piece? He laughed. This sort of thing doesn’t happen often anymore, but kindness when it is seen is all the more appreciated.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s


%d bloggers like this: