Thursday, May 17, 2012
THERE'S A STRANGER AT THE TABLE-Part 1
He just appeared one day at the Mission as so many had done before him. In some ways you could have compared him to a lost puppy that shows up at your back door, hungry, tired and a little dirty. He might as well have been a puppy considering how little information about himself that he wanted to provide. I did find out that he had jumped the train down the street from the Mission and just wanted lunch.
Lunch we could do. We led him to a table where 2 other men were already devouring their lunch. The server brought him a plate and placed it in front of our guest. He said, "Welcome brother." "No", he replied, "I am a stranger to this place and no brother." The server smiled and replied, "Well, welcome anyway." He was quiet as he ate. The other two men chattered between bites like a pair of birds. They were regulars with us and comfortable in the environment. Not that the environment was anything unusual other than we had made every effort for the dinning room to be meticulously clean and homey.