We were out of food, or mostly out. It’s my responsibility to make sure there is to cook in the deli. I failed. The weekend was busier than normal, and I was off so by Tuesday when I got back to work, our freezer was bare. I placed an order, but I just knew that I would not be there until Friday. I spent most of today feeling defeated, depressed, like a failure. I knew it was my fault, and there was nothing that I could do about it. About a half hour, before I was to leave, one of my coworkers commented that sometimes the truck gets there early. My comment; I’m praying. The other associate laughed and walked away. I prayed a simple prayer “Let them know you answer prayer. Don...