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<\/a>A Healthy Meal from Panera Bread<\/p><\/div>\n
\u201cA dollar? What can a dollar buy?\u201d I replied suspiciously acting a lot tougher than I felt, because the lot was deserted and I didn\u2019t know what to do. I had to do something, because my sense of spiritual and moral responsibility had kicked in. Yet as a female, it\u2019s crucial to be aware of your surroundings and keep yourself safe.\u201cI could get a donut,\u201d he said hopefully.<\/p>\n
Here\u2019s the thing, you can never give people who say they need food, money. Not ever. This is a hard and fast rule I learned years ago volunteering in a large ministry\u2019s food pantry. Sadly, the food money can turn into drug money. Now days, gift cards can be sold for heroin too. I\u2019m not judging others who are in dire straits financially. Long ago, as a single mother I was part of the poverty statistic, which fuels my empathy. The point is, if you treat everyone the same, you don\u2019t have to decide who\u2019s high or who\u2019s hungry. Anyway, addicted individuals still need to eat, and more importantly, so do their kids.<\/p>\n
According to www.neighborhood-voice.com<\/span><\/a>, \u201cOne in four children in Ohio either go to bed hungry or are at risk of going to bed hungry each night.\u201d It\u2019s a frightening feeling being an adult without resources looking at empty cupboards. Can you imagine how much more helpless a child confronted by those barren shelves must feel? Another organization www.feedingamerica.org<\/span><\/a> reports that 21.5 million U.S. children took part in their school\u2019s free or reduced meal program in 2014. But on weekends during the school year, if a food BackPack program isn\u2019t in place, there are children who might not eat. Thankfully, there are also independent summer meal programs for kids in our community, but they need of our support.<\/p>\n Wonderful Gram<\/p><\/div>\n There are also millions of malnourished seniors struggling with food insecurity. Long ago, my late grandmother entrusted me with the china platter that is a tangible reminder of this vulnerable population. The ivory-colored serving plate, which was once rimmed with gold, is now glazed with tiny cracks of advanced age. It\u2019s not an antique, being devalued by the ravages of constant use. Still, to me, the platter is priceless. The turn of the century dish first belonged to my grandma\u2019s aged female neighbor, who would sometimes sell it to \u201cGram\u201d for $5.00 at the end of the month when her check ran out. Being out of money, meant being out of food; and like many older folks living alone, this senior was too proud to tell her family or a government agency that she needed help.<\/p>\n Besides, in those days, five dollars spent frugally could purchase a week\u2019s worth of groceries. The neighbor would simply buy the platter back, when she received her monthly check.\u00a0My grandmother\u2019s income was more comfortable. I\u2019m sure she would have gladly given her neighbor some groceries, but the purchase of the platter salvaged the pride of an elderly woman who was used to making her own way. It was decades ago, and there weren\u2019t many established senior nutrition programs like \u201cHome Delivered Meals,\u201d or \u201cCongregate Meals.\u201d Gram\u2019s neighbor died without retrieving the dish, which makes me proud thinking that Grandma might have helped her to the very end. The old platter also reminds me to be grateful for the luxury of the abundant food my family is blessed with. It is a symbol that others are not so fortunate, and that they continue to require assistance to meet their basic nutritional requirements.<\/p>\n Like the redhead in the parking lot, but since a donut isn\u2019t a healthy nutritional choice, it wouldn\u2019t solve his problem. Without thinking, I said to the young man who was younger than my son, \u201cFollow me,\u201d and headed back into the restaurant where I had just come from. Trying not to embarrass him, I paid for his meal, making certain it was food not drugs that my hard-earned cash was buying. Then muttering a sincere \u201cGod bless you,\u201d I walked out hoping that somehow his circumstances would get better soon. I felt really good for a minute. Then I realized that countless other individuals in our community would be going to bed without supper that night, some of them, innocent children.\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n Christina Ryan Claypool is a freelance journalist and inspirational speaker. Her website is www.christinaryanclaypool.com<\/span><\/a> <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" “Could you please give me a dollar, so I could get something to eat?\u201d I was in a restaurant parking lot one evening last summer when a twenty-something male approached me and asked me this question. The slight-built red-head didn\u2019t … Continue reading ![\"Wonderful](\"http:\/\/christinaryanclaypool.com\/blog1\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/08\/photo-16-300x225.jpg\")