The woman serving next to me leaned over. That night I went home to my dorm room feeling like the richest woman in the world. Fifteen years later, not much has changed. The St. Benedict the Moor Loaves and Fishes Meal Program continues to serve several hundred people every night in downtown Milwaukee. Famines plague countries like Somalia.
People hang around outside of grocery stores, asking for food and money.
Politicians still blame the poor for their condition and vow to balance budgets by cutting food programs. Not much has changed at all. But I have changed. I have changed because I've been there. Frances Warunek, my grandmother, got out of Poland by the skin of her teeth in 1939.