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Client Stories May 2005 When I heard the little boy cry in the lobby of our building last week, I knew there was something wrong. It was not a spoiled child whining or the result of an accident. It was a child crying for food. In the split second it took me to get up from my chair and look the nine year old in his sad brown eyes, I gave thanks for the fact that you and others allow me to go and immediately respond to such a basic human right: food. Little Albert was with his concerned mom and I asked her why her son was crying, already knowing what the problem was - I have seen the ugly face of hunger on an innocent child's face many times before. The mother, too embarrassed to say it out loud, rubbed her stomach mouthing to me that he was hungry. I went straight to our dilapidated fridges and pulled out a yogurt and a fresh piece of fried chicken that had just been brought in by a volunteer who collects food for us from a nearby supermarket. Within seconds, the sobbing child dug into one, two and three drumsticks - the fourth one, gently wrapped into a paper napkin and into his hip pocket. I pretended not to notice. It is so sad in this land of plenty that a child has to hide a piece of chicken as a reserve for the next meal missed. The Cooperative Feeding Program gave food assistance to Albert's mother and our counselor spoke with her so she could access other available programs whilst she gets back on her feet. It is not fair that her children pay the price of corporate downsizing. We offered a school uniform for the next school year and job counseling too. She left with a box of food for her body and compassion for her soul. And you made it happen. 
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