Kevin’s church ran an outreach program to help the less fortunate in the city, and one part of the program was a soup kitchen. This Thanksgiving afternoon, Kevin and his family were going to help serve a Thanksgiving feast to dozens of people.
Kevin was a little apprehensive when he first started. He wasn’t sure what to say—plus, he worried about spilling gravy from his ladle! But the first person who came up to the counter, an elderly man with silver hair, smiled warmly at Kevin and said, "Happy Thanksgiving, young man." Kevin found it easy to smile back. "Thanks. You too!" he said as he drizzled gravy over the man’s turkey.
Everyone who came up to him was friendly. Some were quiet and didn’t say much besides "Yes, please" and "Thank you," but they all smiled. Kevin started to feel better about what he and his family were doing. These people weren’t so different from him. He saw some families with kids his own age. They looked excited to see all the delicious-looking food spread before them. Kevin knew the feeling. When his mom cooked Thanksgiving dinner, she had to constantly shoo the kids away because they always tried to sneak a taste here and there.
A couple hours later, after helping the staff clean the dishes, Kevin and his family got back into their car to drive home. "What did you think, kids?" his dad asked, looking at them in the rearview mirror. Kevin was thoughtful for a minute. "I feel good about what we did," Kevin said. "At first, I wasn’t sure I wanted to spend Thanksgiving this way, but now I’m glad."
"Me, too," said Carrie. "We take so much for granted. But if we didn’t help, some people might go without something as wonderful as Thanksgiving dinner!" Kevin reflected on what his sister said. She was right. He felt more grateful now for the good things they had. He felt warm inside and looked forward to spending the rest of the day with his family.