The people come, bringing something of themselves. Then they leave.
He came to our community meal for years before I realized that I was asking something of him, too.
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Staring down the barrel of another Chicago winter at age 40, I was a little freaked. Then I started to serve soup.
I'm making my rounds at Safeway, shopping for my church's community meal. In the produce section—where I am forbidden to ask for donations—I see two heaping boxes of fresh fruits and vegetables headed to the trash.