A Gravy-Stained Miracle: A Story of Hunger, Shame, and Unexpected Kindness
Growing up poor, we never had holiday meals. On Thanksgiving morning in 2010, I was at my friend’s house, and the aroma of food was irresistible. I sneaked into the kitchen and tasted some gravy. Her mother caught me and said, “Is this how your mom raised you?” Later that night, I opened my…
