This morning we went to Dunkin’ Donuts for breakfast and as we were leaving a man comes up and asks us if we can help him by buying him some donuts for his family. He and his family were trying to rebuild their lives after being burned out of their home. All he wanted was two donuts but I got him six.
Please know I am not trying to brag or to boast for helping a complete stranger. Helping people should be something natural for me since I do it for a living. As a believer, my faith informs me that I am to help others.
But in the grand scheme of things its difficult to know who needs help and those who don’t. I am kind of cynical these days but today was one of those situations where helping this man was something I needed to do. Perhaps I am too judgmental or assume too much. There are stories of people asking for cash and all they want it for is to buy cigs, booze or something else that doesn’t help them like food, shelter, essentials. You know it was $6, it didn’t break the bank. I really hope he enjoyed the chocolate glazed donuts.
I can say that there have been times when we have needed help and it was good to return the favor and passing it forward. This man we helped today needed donuts. Some day it could be a man needing some hope. Sometimes that man is me.
Today was a day to honor the donut. Eat donuts. Enjoy donuts. We went to a local place for some tasty rings of deliciousness. There was a lemon filled, maple bacon, Snickers, Fruity Pebbles, peanut butter-chocolate, key lime…to wash it down some 2% moo juice (milk). We honor the donut for how it powers the community and the world.