Last night Rob and I had a date night. Well, sort of. We went to a hockey game. The tickets were freebies from a business associate. And Sparky tagged along. But we did sit in the fancy shmancy corporate box seats.
It's funny how differently the ticket takers treat you when they see you have the hoity toity corporate box tickets.
As we were leaving, one of the corporate execs, upon hearing we have seven children, offered all of the leftover food to us. (They have all kinds of free catered food in the chi chi corporate box seats.) She loaded us up with boxes of leftover fried chicken, french fries, and chili dogs. All I could think was, "Yeah, lunch for a week!"
As we walked out of the stadium, I remembered the 3 or 4 homeless people we passed on the way in. It's hard not to see them in downtown Detroit. We had nothing to offer them on the way in. Yeah, we had the rich man tickets but zero cash. (Though I think fast food gift cards are the way to go when coming across panhandlers.)
It wasn't a minute or two when a gentleman shook his can and asked for spare change. I told him, "I don't have any money but I have leftovers. Would you like that?" His face lit up as he took one of the boxes from my hands.
As we rounded the corner we heard him shouting, "Woohoo! Fried chicken! Fried chicken! God bless you! God bless you! Yeah! Fried chicken!" We laughed so hard and smiled so big, the three of us began to keep our eyes open for others stuck out in the cold. We managed to give away all the food as we walked to our car a few blocks away.
I don't think Sparky will ever forget last night. Not because he's a hockey fanatic and got to see a great game from the best seats in the house but because he got to experience the real joy of giving. I don't think Rob and I will forget it either.