“So, Mr. Jefferson, what do you think?”
“Well, Bill… I don’t know what to say. I wasn’t expecting…”
“We wanted to honor the generosity you’ve shown to our Chicago Hunger Project and your pledge of further support. It was the least we could do. Jim, let me introduce you to the Pastor of our little church, Reverend Stills.”
The minister took my hand.
“I’m so pleased to meet you Mr. Jefferson. Bill has told me how committed you are to helping feed the poor. Your donation will keep our doors open over the winter. We appreciate your financial and especially your physical support here.”
“It’s my pleasure Reverend.”
We walked into the shelter and began setting up for the meal as the line of people began to arrive. Before the lunch service began, I looked over the crowd, once again searching
