And made me feel more than ok. The kind woman offered to make me a fresh dessert. I sat next to my sister while the man told us funny jokes and got us laughing so hard we could barely breathe. When I finally dug into my dessert, I remember thinking I would never taste strawberry shortcake as good as this. Yes, the strawberries were garden grown. Yes, the cake was made from scratch, but it was the unexpected ingredients – the grace and the compassion – that made it so fulfilling. I’d fallen flat on my face and made a huge mess, but it was treated as if it was just part of life.