"Food, glorious food"... That was a line from a song in the classic movie, Oliver... "Please, sir, may I have some more?" begged Oliver... With evil laughter, his request was denied...
I'll never forget my parallel situation, when I was at 6th grade camp... Mr. Williams, one of our teachers, had all of us chopping potatoes, carrots, onions, and other vegetables all day... I didn't eat all day, because I was "saving up" for the big feast of the evening... Little did I know, there was going to be a big "feet" that evening instead... Mr. Williams' secret stew ingredient was one of his own sweaty socks... My stomach turned as he peeled the sweaty sock off his stinky foot, squeezed several drops of sweat right into the pot, and then dropped it in... Despite my distaste, I knew that I needed food, and this was all that was available... So I held my bowl out, squinting through one eye with my head turned, and was served a token ladelful... The few spoonfuls in my bowl were like manna from Heaven... I gobbled it all up in seconds flat... I could feel the nutrients coursing through my veins... My body cried out for more... "Please, sir, may I have some more?" I begged to Mr. Williams... With evil laughter, my request was denied... As I recall, I didn't eat for days after that, in protest...
To this day, I need to know that I'll always have enough... I don't do well sharing Chinese, or pizza, or popcorn... I prefer to have my own entree, and I will share with others if I choose... I hate it when people reach their fork onto my plate without asking, to sample a bite, or two, or three, or more... I never again want to ask, "Please, sir, may I have some more... Do you?
Sunday, April 02, 2006
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