We had $30 left over after doing bills. We decided to put these funds to good use on a sequoia project. There is a little bakery in town that sells bread and cookie dough. Years ago, I use to ride motorcycles with the owners. Never took the time to stop in and actually see their business.
When Sandi and I got there, it was clear business was treating our friend well. There was hardly any room to move.
Everything looked good. We finally decided on loafs of four different types of breads. Names of them I have not a clue. After a hand shake with Al (owner) we paid up. Came to about what we planned.
We bought the bread in dough form and Sandi spent the next day baking it. The baked bread filled our home with a wonderful smell. Each loaf looked good. What we did though was seal them in wrap and put them aside. The bread was not for us. It was to give away. The car ride, when delivering the bread, filled the car with this great smell. The car still had a smell of apples in it from a different project. Now it smelled like newly baked apple pie. When we were done, it felt good to have helped others in this very small way. Many of the lives eating it were operating on only hope. We had a little extra and could share it. Nothing was past-due and many had it far worse.
A nice surprise came when we got home. Sandi brought out a loaf she made and put aside. Was it ever good! No wonder Al’s shop was doing so well. Simple bread can mean so much.
