I went for a walk today and a little boy came right up to me with a big smile on his face. He had a plastic bag with water in it and two slices of bread. He opened the bag and offered me a piece of bread. I told him, "No, no, you keep it- eat it yourself!", but he insisted I was his friend and he wanted to give one piece to me.

I took it from him and hugged him. White woman, feeling rich and out of place in a world of such need and poverty, seeing that really I am the needy one - I need a heart like his!

I cried as I carried the slice of bread home.

Christine Atcheson

June 2006