Feeding

Next to air and water, food is our most basic need. Nutrition keeps the mind and body working. It is the fuel that makes us go.

Times like these remind us of the abundance we are able to consume, but forget the others who do not have access.

And those who are detained or incarcerated or imprisoned, what is on the menu? Soup kitchens or school lunches bring hungry faces and empty bowls.

Humanity wants to tend to the sick and hungry, but who pays for it?

Farmers and chemist and corporations grow and refine and distribute substance to all points of the country, but not the globe.

Going to the grocery at this time of panic and finding shelves barren of produce, dead animals and noodles; one wonders if it was always like this?

Without the option of calling for a pizza or the drive thru burger joint, would we starve? Have we grown so accustomed to a flick of a finger to satisfy our gluttony we’ve forgotten what our forefathers had to do to prepare a meal for a family?

Today I had a cheese pizza for my daily meal. Someone else made it and wrapped it in plastic and put it in a box and shipped it to my store’s freezer department for me to pick up and bring home. Fifteen minutes @ 400 degrees and I had something that looked like food and filled my tummy.

I’ve worked the food banks. I’ve worked the feeding lines pouring donated leftovers into a bowl of a hungry but shamed face. While they will be appreciative, they will be back again tomorrow. They have no other choice.

If the children did not have lunch at school, where would they eat? If those in detention had no food delivered, would they all die?

Who celebrates Thanksgiving with a steaming turkey?