A snippet of a conversation held by the Little Pantry at the Presbyterian Center.
It happened on Friday.
He gingerly approached me as I had one bag of supplies on the ground and another cradled in my left arm. When I acknowledged him, he stopped and said, “Thank you. Thank you and all for this place. It has saved me a couple times.”
I secured the bag in the crook of my elbow and spoke. “You are welcome. We are glad we can help.”
After a moment, I extended my free hand. “I’m Mark.”
“Robert,” he replied.
Then it was his turn to pause for a moment. “But I prefer to be called Toby.”
I shook his hand again. “Then Toby it is my friend. You are welcome to check out the other bag while I finish with this one.”
“I will wait until you are done,” he responded. “I just wanted to say thank you.”
“You are welcome,” I said again. “I will tell the others.”
He turned to go. “Thank you again.”
As he stepped away, I said to him, “God bless you. Toby.”
Along the Graybeard Trail 