What happens when cops slam a 72-year-old woman to the ground for handing out free pie at church? They had no idea who she’d call. What happened next made the whole block go silent.
You don’t know pain till your knees crack against a sidewalk that forgot what mercy feels like. But let me start with the part that makes folks uncomfortable.
Every Tuesday, I drag my bad hip, my pies, and my folding table down to 145th and Plymouth, right outside St. James Baptist. I ain’t selling anything. I feed people. That’s it. No banners, no hashtags—just warm pie and dignity.
The kind that comes with a paper cup of tea and a baby. You still breathing, so you still got a purpose. That day, I had apple, pumpkin, and peach. All homemade. Ain’t no preservatives, just cinnamon, butter, and prayer. While I was pouring tea, Jarvis rolled up. Vietnam vet, missing a few fingers but not his soul. He hugged me like I……..Read Full Story Here……………………
