A few days ago, I was grumpypants. Just irritable and a little anxious, too.
“Have you eaten, Renee?” I had to ask myself. And then, realizing the answer is no, I had a meal. I cannot begin to tell you how differently I felt on the other side.
Lesson learned, of course.
But then I thought about 1 in 8 people who receive SNAP — including many children — and many of them have not gotten their benefits this month. And I thought of Palestinians — including many children — who have subsisted on so little for years, and especially since this March.
All of this is unjust. And all of this causes all kinds of suffering.
One meal caused a big change for me. What about all these meals lost?
Smuggling Grace 