feeling icky

Last Thursday morning, I was feeling icky because I was breaking out and feeling fat (hormones I know!). So I woke up late and did not have time to prepare my usual sandwich. Therefore I just took my bottle of Cheez Whiz and half a loaf of bread and started walking to the bus stop still mumbling about how bad my day is going. Before I got to the place where I usually wait for the bus, I saw this family sleeping under a shade. The parents were asleep but their 2 small kids were playing by the road. As I passed them, I thought that why was I mumbling about my zits while this family looks like they have not had a decent meal. So I called the little girl and gave her half a loaf of my bread. Then I looked to the side and saw this white man inside a cab looking and smiling. I hope he feels that there is hope in this country and not everyone is a threat to their safety.

It felt good knowing that they can eat even for just that morning and it makes my zit problem seem so small and insignificant :)