He couldn’t stand it any longer, he did what he thought was the best he could, but as he looked at his children sleeping he no longer felt the anger that he had inside each day that he went out into the world with. He felt beat, he was angry when his son said to him that he was hungry, he was hungry too. They looked up to him, and needed him to provide, and he felt like such a failure, his head now hung, he turned and looked at his sad wife’s face, she was so trying to have the strength to believe that everything would somehow work out.
Suddenly he got up and went to the door, his head was hung low, and his steps were slow as he headed out into the night. He did not like or care for the neighbor about a quarter mile away, but at this moment it did not seem to matter, he trudged toward their home. The dogs that he cursed most every day fell silent upon his ears as he came to the front door and gave a soft knock, yet loud enough to be heard. The man opened the door and had a slight scowl at the neighbor, as he could not see his face and had no idea why he was there. The scowl slowly turned to confusion, and his wife came to his side and put her hand on his arm as he looked at her and then back to the man on the front step.
Just as the man was going to ask what he wanted, he heard the neighbor’s voice, softer than usual say, “my family is hungry, and we need food…”
The wife’s head went up toward her husband’s face with her mouth gaped open, as he put his hand on the neighbor’s shoulder and said to him “please come in, and forgive me for being blind to this, we are blessed enough to be able to share plenty and would consider it an honor”.
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