The hot piece of baguette in my worn out duffel bag warmed my back.
Its tantalizing aroma warmed my mind with the prospect of a full belly.
The kind words, warm demeanor, of the sales lady at the bakery, and the way she served me with goodwill, warmed my soul.
I only had 45 cents.
I had been too ashamed to enter the bakery to buy bread because I knew I did not have enough money.
I had walked for quite a while, scanning the ground, looking for a coin to add to the little money I had.
It was getting late, and I was anxious to get something to eat.
I gathered courage and entered the bakery.
“How much is a baguette,” I asked the baker, terrified I would make a fool of myself.
“85 cents” she replied.
“Is it possible to buy half?” I ventured.
“Definitely yes, would you like a piece?” she asked me.
“Yes please” I responded with joy.
“Happy new year” I shyly added as I gave her 45 cents for the bread.
She looked at me and with a big warm smile and wished me a happy new year.
I left with a spring in my steps.
It is a happy new year because tonight I have a warm piece of bread and I was welcomed and served with respect.
I am full, despite the rumbling in my belly.