When I was a new teacher and on the brink of nervous exhaustion, another more seasoned teacher presented me with a bowl of lentil sausage spinach soup and a hunk of homemade bread to get me through a particularly hard evening (my first back-to-school night). I remember sitting in the dark, empty classroom eating the warm soup and bread and being brought to tears. This was a small kindness, perhaps, but it pierced me deeply. How could someone who was just like me - a teacher, also preparing for her next day's classes - be so generous to share her dinner with me? She owed me nothing, and yet, she offered me this kindness? This very busy teacher could have saved that soup for another day. But she chose to give it way, almost recklessly, without thought for herself. I ate the soup, humbled and grateful. And I have not forgotten.
There is something about breaking off a piece of your bread and giving it to another. There is something in taking a piece of your allotment, your sustenance, and giving it to another. Here you go, have mine. Tomorrow, I have faith, I will find more. In the meantime, take this. You need it.