King's Daughter's Kitchen

I am most thankful for the workers when I visit our Food Banks. In 2022, a young driver ran a red light at high speed. Our head-on car wreck paralyzed me from the waist down. I learned to walk again with time, and came home after hospital to more therapy, clumsy on the support of my new pink leg braces and my red walker. Since I have been home, I have needed our Food Banks.

I visit two Banks now exclusively because they are close to my home. One is across from a mental health clinic behind a church. The other is across from a college, inside a church. I appreciate so much that they treat me like a person. They listen to my needs and dietary restrictions, and do not push me to take foods because they’re part of a package or program.

I could choose any Food Bank in the city and find kindness. Their workers ensure that I receive vegetables on given days, which are the majority of my diet. While I’m visiting, as I choose my food items, I imagine what grand meals and recipes I will cook.

The people always help me to the car and pray with me. When they load, they never break the eggs. I wonder if they know I notice and appreciate that. I get home and put away my bounty. I know that I won’t be hungry for two more weeks. I sit down in this blue poofy chair. I breathe and relax my shoulders. Thank you Food Bank workers, and thank you, my Jesus, for making it all possible.