I had prepared four sandwiches for a long trip to Poland. At the end of the day, I still had two left. A voice inside me told me to keep them in the fridge and not to eat them. I was travelling with six young people. When we returned home two days later - very early in the morning and were still unable to get breakfast, a girl from the group told me that she would hardly be able to keep going without breakfast. Smiling, I presented her the two still fresh loaves of bread. She ate them with joy: ‘Wow, they're still tasty! The grateful joy of this girl made me start the trip with a joyful heart.
