"What the HELL?!?!?" I think to myself. My heart stopped beating for a moment as my brain processes what she just asked.
"You see we're homeless, and the shelter won't let me in with my dog" at this I notice the huge friendly white fluffy dog next to her. "So I was wondering if we could have your leftovers?"
Now bear in mind, I have NEVER in my 36 years of life been asked for half eaten food. At this the only thing that went through my head was "that which you do to the least of these, you do to me" out of the Bible. So I did what I thought was right and with tears springing forth in my eyes and my heart in my throat, I handed her my cheesecake. I hope she enjoyed it as much as I did.