Pizza. When I was walking home from Uni tonight (a cold night), I had a sudden urge for pizza. After my favorite pizza baker Mohammed hooked me up with his finest funghi, the rain drops took their chance to rush down. Unimpressed I took a nice cheesy slice from the white cardboard box and made my way home passing through our beautiful city centre with its semi-romantic renaissance buildings and decorative lamp posts right and left of the cobblestone-paved road.
I saw a man sitting in the doorway to a house. He must have been between 50 and 60, his face rough, his pants torn, his boots without shoelaces. After a second of hesitance and internal negotiations about my wonderful pizza, I decided to walk up to the old man.
“Here, have a piece of this pizza?”
“Oh oh. But will you have enough for yourself?” !!!
“Sure, I am not that hungry, here.”
“Wow, thank you so much, I will just take a small piece”
“No, please. Take more, its a good pizza!”
“Oh. Thank you.”
Two smiles. A smile on his face. A smile on my face. Although I must admit the smile on my face was bigger.
Soon after I arrived home. My flatmate welcomed me: “Hey, i just made dinner, there is enough for both of us!” Wow, God is quick at recompensing.
This just as a short note amongst the buzz, the media, the work where it’s easy to forget the small things.
Thank you to anonymous for sharing the story.
