WE WERE DISCUSSING SYNAGOGUE FUNDRAISERS, and I suggested an egg toss.
E. G., who knows who he is but may not want you to, looked at me with the sad seriousness of the ex-military and first responder. “Eggs aren’t for tossing,” he said. “They’re for eating. It debases us to play with something that half the world is starving for.”
That was ten years ago. To this day, the sight of someone playing with or otherwise wasting their food still makes me itchy inside.
One conversation was all it took to change my mind about something I had never seriously thought through. What will it take to change yours?