Ms. Z stepped out her apartment door, expecting my arrival.
I was at the donut shop. No I am not a police officer.
I was simply stopping to pick up a few dozen for our morning fellowship. This stop however threw my timing off a few minutes, and as Z stepped out she noticed a young man in the courtyard in seeming distress.
"What's the matter with you?" she asked the young man.
Seemingly embarrased, he responded "I'm hungry" She took him by the arm and led her into her apartment and fixed him a bologna sandwich (double), and a soda.
She watched as he walked out sandwich in hand, not finishing one bite before he took the next. It had been a long time since she had seen such apparent hunger.
But I was late, just late enough for God's grace to be shown to a hungry young man.
PeAcE