I was upset. We had paid for our spot at the local street festival. It was supposed to have a table, two chairs and a tent covering. But there was someone else in it. Festival authorities said that two organizations had accidentally been given the same spot. We were offered another table, with no tent and one chair. Since it was raining we could not set up as our papers and other display items. I was on the verge of just going home. If it were not for the students who had planned so many activities for the day, I would have done just that to nurse my resentment. A generous local Pastor saw our predicament and offered us one of his own tents. The students jumped into action setting it up. Within an hour we were up and running. Scores of people visited our booth to participate in the face painting and other activities. Children (and young at heart adults) were offered a choice of six “food-related” games while they heard about the Oasis food bank and community dinner. We had many engaging conversations with the community about Oasis, its services and hunger in the city. Some have already come to Oasis to volunteer. To think, that in a moment of pique, I had almost caused our students (and me) to miss out on this blessing.