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\u201cI haven\u2019t had a home-cooked meal in months,\u201d said the young man as he slid into the chair at our dining table.<\/p>\n
If one\u2019s heart can soar and sink simultaneously, my did. And my heart also broke into laughter at the \u201chome-cooked\u201d description. I suppose the dinner could qualify as home-cooked since, technically, it had been cooked inside our home. It was left over ham dumped into a noodle casserole. Only one can had been opened and that was for the green beans. No processed cheese or mushroom soup and been involved. Maybe it could pass for home-cooked.<\/p>\n
Giving pleasure to someone starving for a home-cooked meal did make my heart soar. At the same time, I felt sorry for our guest because he had been missing the physical and spiritual nourishment of enjoying good food with family or friends.<\/p>\n
This young man had arrived at our home recently to install television service. He was young; Hispanic. He worked hard and accomplished what another had been unable to do.<\/p>\n
It was getting late in the evening as he completed his work, and we were about to eat dinner. So we had asked him if he would like to join us.<\/p>\n
His story unfolded. He was from South Texas, but he told us\u2014twice\u2014that his mother lived in the West. His work had him staying in one place a few weeks and then moving on to the next one. He was headed to Florida after he completed his tasks here.<\/p>\n
He liked the work. The company paid his living expenses, it seemed, so he could make some extra if he didn\u2019t use all that up. But, with a face that was all smiles, he told us he had to get back home before August because his baby girl would be born then.<\/p>\n
As we finished eating, I asked if he would like seconds. He declined. Then he said, \u201cDo you have a paper plate?\u201d<\/p>\n
It was nice that he felt comfortable enough to ask. I loaded a paper plate with biscuits and casserole–I\u2019m sure he was disappointed no green beans were left over–and added a couple of thick slices of pound cake.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve thought a lot about our unexpected dinner guest. Maybe it\u2019s because he is roughly our son\u2019s age, but there\u2019s more.<\/p>\n
I know nothing else about him, nothing about his citizenship status. I do know that in today\u2019s climate his ethnicity, or assumptions about his status, could create difficulty for him. The life he\u2019s building for his family may or may not materialize.<\/p>\n
What I do know is that he was working hard and was excited about his baby\u2019s birth. And he liked home-cooked meals.<\/p>\n
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