When I run I often find things. It started with merely picking up coins. Nowadays I find anything from jewelry to bread 🤷♀️
When I get up to start my day, I don't typically think, Let's go get this Bread " as some folks say, also meaning "Rise and Grind." I mean, I like to get my hustle on, but I'm not all that street smart. I grew up in Drain and sometimes I need a good reminder. Still, I choose to run before the sun comes up on most days alone. I brave the quiet dark streets of Dallas OR. and I love it.
Last Tuesday I headed out as usual. I never expect anything much, I just run. It's a rather boring morning routine to most, but every once in awhile something unexpected happens. As I stopped for a brief second to look for coins, I stopped in my tracks!
I was horrified to see that someone actually tossed out a whole loaf of bread 🍞. The other question was, what was in the Bath and Body bag? I desperately wanted to look and possibly eat the bread but I was all alone, in the dark. It kinda creeped me out. I didn't waste any time, I had to get going as the workplace was waiting. I've thought about that bread and wondered how anyone could afford to toss the loaf out? Groceries are expensive lately and I don't like the idea of just throwing it away! I mean, at least give it to someone else 😜
Today was a new day! I met up with a few friends to run in Salem.
We ran loops through three different parks. I rarely find much of anything in these areas. I depend on my running buddies to entertain me the whole time. As we took off and ran over the bridge we came to the second park. We dipped down and started down the sidewalk and there it was, bread! A whole new loaf.
This time it was wheat rather than white but why? Why was this lonely loaf laying out to die? Is "Getting your Bread" more than just getting your daily grind in? Is it really "Giving your Bread to the wild to lay there and die?"
Inquiring minds want to know!!!
