Simple Things by Gail B. Frank
In the midst of serving up beans, rice and scrambled eggs with tortillas and salsa to hungry souls at the Comedor each Tuesday, and later laying out clothes, shoes and socks, and if we’re lucky a few backpacks, it might be easy to forget for a moment the simple things that enrich our dignity. Until we witness something that reminds us—like mirrors.
I was fortunate to capture such a moment on a recent visit to the Comedor. One young migrant had just picked out a change of clothes and baseball cap from the things we had brought. Carrying his new duds, he walked down the steps to the outside of the building where our Samaritan van was parked. As I watched from inside, I saw him look at the window of the van where he caught his reflection. He adjusted his new baseball cap, and then he noticed the side mirror on the van, so he turned to look into it and ran his fingers through his hair before readjusting his cap once more. There are no mirrors in the desert, but a mirror on our van allowed this young man to straighten his cap and stand a bit taller that day. Simple things.