I often visit my students during lunch at their school cafeteria. On this particular visit I sat next to one of my students and noticed he wasn’t eating. So I ask him,
“Where’s your lunch?”
He got this shocked look on his face like he was quickly trying to think of something to say.
“Oh, I’m not hungry.”
I left it alone, but watched him through out our conversation. He eyed everyone else’s food, and when the kid sitting across from him pushed his plate away holding a handful of cold French fries, my student started eating until they were gone.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t hungry, it’s that he didn’t have a buck 50 to buy his own meal! I sat there as the realization and the hopelessness sunk in. Later I learned this student lives with his alcoholic mother who could care less that her son doesn’t even have enough money to feed himself during the day!
I cried all day. I’m not broke. I’m rich. Very rich.
God! What can we do?