|Image courtesy NASA/CXC/CfA/R.Kraft et al., |
MPIfR/ESO/APEX/A.Weiss et al. and ESO/WFI.
I got out of my office walking towards Washington Ave on Lincoln Rd trying to decide what to eat for lunch. Then I walked in to Pizza Rustica. I saw the mozarella tomato sandwich on the display, ordered it and payed for it. While they were heating it, I realized that there is HAM under the mozarella. I said to myself "Shoot, I don't eat pork." I explained to the lady who took my order and she said she couldn't change it for something else in a very nice way. I said ok, I'll take it and try to scrape the ham of the sandwich. I took the sandwich in a pizza box and my fountain coke with me and walked out of Pizza Rustica kind of upset.
I kept asking myself "why I couldn't pay more attention?" and added "It wasn't the server's fault, it was mine". I couldn't understand why I bought an expensive sandwich which I was not going to eat.
Right after I walked out of rustica, aclean dressed man with two boys (about 8, 9 years old) approached me and asked "Excuse me sir, how much did you pay for that pizza?"
I answered "it's a sandwich, not a pizza but I paid $15" and right at that moment I had a flash in my head.
I said, "I bought this sandwich by mistake. I don't eat pork and it has ham in it. Do you want it?"
He replied "I cannot take your food sir."
Then I said "I'm not going to be able to eat it, seriously. Please take it."
Then he hugged me and took the sandwich and said "Thank you sir, I really appreciate it. I don't have anything to offer but if you want, you can chat with us while we eat.". Then he opened the box, told his two kids to divide the sandwich in to two and share.
I was interested and sat next to them on the concrete block and asked "So... what's your story?"
and he answered "No story, sir. My kids were hungry and I have very limited money."
I talked to the kids for a little bit and asked them what they want to be when they grow up, the older looking one answered "a baseball player" and the younger one said "I want to be just like my dad" giving a shy smile to his father next to him.
I told them that I had to go and we exchanged goodbyes to each other and right when I started walking, the man yelled "thank you once again."
It was all clear now... I understood why I bought that sandwich...
Universe has a weird way of putting things in order...