Jim Vickaryous

New to town, I showed up for a local bar association lunch meeting. The five lawyers in the room told me that they just learned that the meeting had been cancelled. The bar had not told the caterer, so we had our own bar meeting. The manager gave us 95 packed meals, letting us know that the bar had paid for them. We all agreed to give the meals to charity. My new friends had very important things to get done that Friday afternoon, and I was left with 95 meals.

I had a new practice and needed that afternoon to get work done. Perhaps I could quickly drop off the food to a local charity. Three hours later, I still had the food. Five different charities said no, as they did not know whether the food had been prepared in a licensed kitchen. One kind church lady recommended that I visit her friend at a local homeless shelter. Frustrated, I drove to the homeless shelter and met Sylvia.