it's my favorite sandwich in the whole world

Yesterday I decided to treat myself to a nice hearty lunch. Who am I kidding, everyday I treat myself to a nice hearty lunch. (which reminds me I've got to lose a few) Matt's Big Breakfast is one of my favorite local joints. They have this sandwich called the five spot. The five representing bread, a fried egg, cheese, bacon, and grilled onions. I know it sounds simple, but Jesus himself would call this sandwich divine. So around 11:30 I called in the order for a cup of chili and a five spot. I got my food and brought it back to the church. Now I have a decision to make, eat the five spot first or let it be the last tasty treat that goes down my gullet. I decided to savour the moment and eat it last. I was literally 2 bites away from finishing my chili when my favorite street friend, Ace, comes strolling through the door. "Hey Mark, Wha'ch ya doin" with a quiet melancholy reply, "eating lunch", "what's that you got", "chili", "no man, what's the box". Okay, you have to understand, I love Ace. A poor upbringing mixed with some bad decisions has made him homeless for 30 years. Our friendship is definitely honest and fruitful. I knew what he was going to ask next. "Hey bro, Can I have it?" And all the while echoes are going off in my ear "If anyone has material possessions and sees his brother in need but has no pity on him, how can the love of God be in him or If one of you says to him, "Go, I wish you well; keep warm and well fed," but does nothing about his physical needs, what good is it." yeah blah blah blah, i really wanted that sandwich. But how can i say no. Of course I gave it to him. I think he ate in literally 20 seconds, it seemed like such an injustice. God, why am I so selfish? Please tell me. After he was done with the five spot, I said to Ace with a smile, "I really wanted that sandwich" You know what he said back to me, "I know, don't you hate it when that happens." For some reason I don't think he was talking about the sandwich anymore.