As I enjoyed a delicious breakfast for $4.40 including coffee at a nearby hospital cafeteria, I was reminded of when I quit Meth both unemployed and felony-unemployable, living on a large but dwindling jar of coins, and did this some mornings back when it was a buck cheaper. Afterward I visited with grieving families in the chapel.
Later at 945pm just before closing, I’d go to Panera where they’d give me their leftover soups they would have otherwise tossed and across the street, KFC sometimes gave me leftover chicken at closing if I came when a certain manager was working.
The things I did to survive back then are the creative advices I still offer hungry people down on their luck.
Experience in personal hardship is a prized instructor.