I saw this to-go box on a bench at a bus stop on Petaluma Blvd. At first glance, it looked like someone had forgotten the remains of a meal. A peek inside the box revealed an entire meal, not leftovers, and a fork. Apparently a generous person purchased the meal and intentionally left it at the bus stop as a gift for a hungry person. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen gifted food left for the hungry in downtown Petaluma; bags of muffins, even a whole pizza in a box. Wonderful acts of anonymous generosity!
Seeing the meal started me thinking
I am blessed to have food when I am hungry; I wasn’t interested in eating the meal. I don’t need the generosity of others to supply my dinner. Seeing the meal started me thinking: What is it like to live a life in which, if you see a meal at a bus stop, you consider yourself very lucky and eat the meal? What must life be like when you depend upon the generosity of strangers to eat?