Despite my current predicament (or perhaps more so because of it) I remain committed to getting a meal to Central Park every Tuesday since there's no one else serving a meal in the area Apparently some folks travel out to Hollywood for a meal during the week because it's the only one they know of on that day of the week.
Given how this starts, it seems like this post should go in the Barry's Kitchen blog. Some of the content will, now that I think about it, but with a slightly different perspective. Anyway, I showed up at the park, got set up and starting serving meals. Most of the people now are regulars, but we're starting to get some new faces. One such person came after I'd served all the regulars. She said something to the effect that I was going to/was being blessed by God. We stuck up a conversation, and suddenly she asked how I was doing. I said I was OK, and she immediately replied: "You have sad eyes."
I was caught off guard. As I reflect on this, I can see that I've been attempting to motor my way through, but this has and will continue to affect me emotionally. I can't be in denial about this. But another part of me is responding to the fact that someone could see my emotional state and was concerned about it - a stranger, no less. For someone who's been so self-reliant all his life, this is... potentially terrifying.
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