About ten years ago, I was working as a waiter in a modest restaurant. We offered a basic set lunch, nothing fancy, just
affordable comfort food. One afternoon, an elderly man came in. He looked tired, maybe a little worn down by life. He asked
how much the lunch was, then sighed heavily and turned to leave. Something about him stopped me. Maybe it was the look in
his eyes—dignified, but defeated. I couldn’t just watch him walk out hungry. So I asked him to sit down and told the kitchen to
serve him the lunch special. I paid for it myself. Later,
