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"I had dinner with a friend of mine last night whose arm is in a sling&amp;#8212;she dislocated her shoulder over the weekend. We went to a restaurant, Commerce, where she could order her fave: steak. Naturally, it came with fries. And of course there was bread and butter on the table&amp;#8212;the kind you&amp;#39;d want to eat at your last meal: warm brioche, olive-rosemary rolls, crispy sourdough. I mean, seriously?\nHere&amp;#39;s where this story gets better.\nSince she was working with one hand here, I was Girl with a Knife. I cut up her steak, buttered the bread, everything but actually feed her. Knowing too well what it&amp;#39;s like to have a limb out of commission (I broke my ankle a couple of years ago and it was 6 months of sheer personal hell), I was more than happy to do what I could to make her more comfortable. But I&amp;#39;d be lying if I said I didn&amp;#39;t feel like an alcoholic at a wine tasting who was told to sniff and swirl the booze&amp;#8212;but not sip it. It was hard, but it was also a pretty powerful moment for me. My objective wasn&amp;#39;t to self-medicate with food, or use this delicious-looking comfort meal to escape or reduce my anxiety or comfort me or any of the other million and one reasons I&amp;#39;d used food before. It wasn&amp;#39;t about ME at all; it was about taking care of someone else. That was so satisfying to me that I didn&amp;#39;t need to devour. (For the record: I ordered two appetizers: grilled tuna to start, and a seafood ceviche as my main.)\nIt got me thinking about something that&amp;#39;s come up here before&amp;#8212;doing service. I&amp;#39;m embarrassed to admit that I don&amp;#39;t do any volunteer work. I get so caught up in my life, my routine, my &amp;quot;busy&amp;quot; schedule, my insecurities, my body issues, my job, my food---me, me, me---that last night forced me to stop and think about this. I know it may sound like a stretch, but I really don&amp;#39;t think it&amp;#39;s that crazy, kind of like my theory that a messy apartment can keep you fat. Maybe some public service would actually help me with my relationship with food---and yes, even weight loss?\nWhat do you guys think? Do you volunteer? Can you recommend any organizations I should check out?"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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