The Slice of Joy

On our way back from church yesterday, we stopped at a red light and noticed a homeless man holding a sign:

"I need food. Please help."

Without hesitation, we scrambled through the car, gathering whatever snacks we could find—Belvita, plantain chips, anything that might ease his hunger. My wife reached into her bag, pulling out a few more. Then, just as we were about to roll down the window, my daughter gasped.

"The cake!"

She had taken a slice from church, a leftover from celebrating a member moving to another state. It had been wrapped on a simple paper plate...nothing fancy, just a piece of cake. But something in her voice made me pause.

We handed the man the snacks first, and he tucked them into his bag without much reaction. Then we gave him the cake.

He looked at it. Paused. Opened it.

And then—his face.

A smile so pure, so radiant, it etched itself into my memory. He took a bite right there, and in that moment, joy lit up his face like a child tasting something wonderful for the first time.

For just a slice of cake.

The things we take for granted.

The things we overlook.

The things we refuse to be grateful for.

Yesterday, I saw joy in its rawest form—not in abundance, but in a single, unexpected gift.

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