Fridays are the day for Meals on Wheels. Benjamin and I join another team for the chance to bring supper to ten elderly folks who might otherwise eat cold cereal. After we load the packaged entrees and salads into coolers, or in our case warmers, we drive along the route that includes that day's hungry people. When we arrive at each house, Ben reaches into the trunk for another meal. 

The kitchen where they are prepared is staffed with friendly and efficient women, who have the system down pat. They are savvy about details like diabetes, and allergies, making sure each diner gets just the right dinner. 

Some people answer the door when we knock, and they are pleased to chat with the delivery squad. Many have learned Ben's name, and ask about his week. From being strangers, they have become friends. Others either don't hear the door, or are too weary to get out of a recliner just then, so we hang a bag on the handle. 

Then we get a treat. Hot cocoa, or a passion tea make a great flourish at the end of a few hours of altruism. 

Benjamin is fed by the endeavor as well. He proudly tells his siblings about it, and gobbles up their accolades. 

When I think about the other days of the week, I imagine another hunger. People who long for a kind word, or a moment of connection have been strategically placed along the route of my day. It is my good fortune to have the right amount of good will at my disposal, should I be willing to reach for it.