When I Was Hungry, You Gave Me Food

After a few lengthy lectures from my dad, my parents shifted tactics. At the time, my dad was an assistant manager at a grocery store in downtown San Bernardino. The city had its rough neighborhoods, but this part of town was unique. Across the street from the store was an hourly hotel. The Greyhound station was a block away. Numerous attempts at urban renewal pushed people out of their homes and onto the streets. At the same time, various businesses and banks had their headquarters downtown. This created a section of town where both the city’s most needy and most well-off often mixed company. Outside my dad’s store was a lone bench. To help me find motivation to do better in school, I was to go directly to that bench after school and do my homework. I would go home whenever my dad got off. The idea was that as I interacted with the diverse groups of people I would see the value of trying hard in school and getting a good education. <a href="https://medium.com/@barnabasprime/when-i-was-hungry-you-gave-me-food-the-making-of-a-spiritual-anarchist-part-2-1919b135e393">Click Here</a>