Deep Calls to Deep: The Muffin Man

A group of us took day-old pastries to the local homeless shelter every Saturday morning for almost six months. My sister, who worked at a local coffee shop, brought the leftovers from the previous night so the residents would have pastries for breakfast. Some weeks she would drop them off. Other weeks I made the drop. But each time, the staff passed along their appreciation for the kind gesture.

Taking pastries to a local homeless shelter was my first attempt at breaking out of a comfortable...