Letter

Twice a month I greet people at St. Luke’s Food Pantry. Anyone in need receives a big bag of fresh produce. Cars line up for blocks. A man, always alone in his car, told me of his estranged son, “When we are together we always end up yelling at each other.” I said, “Write your son a letter and send it to him. He can’t yell at a letter.” When I next saw the man in line at the Food Pantry, he told me that his son sent him a letter in reply … it was a good letter … a beginning.