My Sunny Side: The Donut Man
Every Saturday morning, without fail, he comes.
It doesn’t matter what the weather is like, he comes. It was snowing like a sonofabitch two weeks ago. It didn’t matter. He came.
I finally spoke to him this morning. I’m kind of kicking myself for not asking his name, but it was 6am.
I thanked him for always bringing us donuts. I wanted to express my gratitude to him. I am sure many others have, but it was my turn.
He was a resident here back in 1999. Since he graduated 17 years ago he has been bringing donuts here every Saturday! He said “So I always remember where I came from. Always.”
What a testament to selfless service! What an inspiration! While I was living out 17 years of insanity and chaos, every Saturday this man was bringing donuts to the guys battling through recovery.
Today, I am grateful not only to the Donut Man, but also to the idea he represents: Service To Others. And I got to thinking: what can I do today to be of service to someone other than myself? I need to get out of my head and do something for someone else.
Take your time. Do things for yourself, and those close by. When you’re ready then you can reach out a little further with service to others.
I think just sharing your stories with other people is doing something good. Your writings help people know they are not alone.
Thank you! I do hope that my revealing everything I am going through at the Treatment Program might, in some small way, be helpful to those yet suffering and those in recovery as well.
That’s awesome!
Yay 😊 to that.