I stood outside the small-town HEB in Lockhart TX about 15 years ago, but I still remember the moment as if it were yesterday.

The underprivileged poor folks, creeping into the grocery store on those electric carts, and coming back out loaded down with processed food and cheap beer.

I sobbed.

For hours.

At my own damn privilege.

All the pain. All the lack. All the void.
And I’m hale and healthy as you please, just looking on.

Wondering why I won that genetic lottery.

Wondering why I got the high IQ.

What good does it do me if I don’t know how to serve!