Joy of sharing
My husband was a long-haul truck driver, and this incident happened a few years back. It will always be remembered by us.
It was a few weeks before Christmas and my husband, being a bit of a gourmet cook, always liked to make himself something special to eat. He didn’t want to stop at local restaurants.
On this particular occasion, he had made a large bowl of spicy chicken salad to take along on his run. After a long drive, he decided to stop and rest at a pullout outside Red Deer, Alberta.
He had his inside light on and proceeded to read a book while he started to eat his lunch. He then heard a tapping on his outside door.
He opened the door to find a young man standing there. He looked at my husband and said “Would you share?”
My husband was taken aback by the request, but said he would, but did not have any plates.
“I do,” the young man said, and proceeded to take two plates out from under his coat.
My husband then proceeded to fill up the two plates with all his salad.
The young man said “Keep some for yourself.”
But my husband told him he would be fine until the next day. The young man said “Thank you very much, we appreciate it” and walked back to a car that was parked beside the back trailer.
When he opened the door to the car and the light came on, my husband could see a young girl in the front seat.
Remember there is always someone less fortunate than you, and please remember to share.