My Savior

"Thanks for helping me out there" I said to him with food stuffed to my mouth. For the first time since I came, I shared the same table with someone who truly cared, and worth it.

"You're welcome" he replied, giving his meal his attention like he had no other business in the world.

"I guess you're not used to people being good to you?" He was still on to his food on the tray which was unfortunately getting trimmed down to nothing.

"Not exactly… you don't expect good when you don't do good, do you?"

He stared at me for a while and shrugged. "Here, you can take mine" I offered him my food cheerfully.

"Thanks, but you need to eat." He rejected the offer without even considering it, but I had been moved by his goodness that I would rather protest.

"I'm a survivor, trust me…" I pushed the food tray to him and after a while of shaking his head, his spoon was dipped in, and the rest was history to be told by his belly.

"Seems like you always got yours