Editor’s note: This blog entry was written by Sofia Andrade, a University of San Francisco student who is doing a service learning project with St. Anthony’s. St. Anthony’s has been noticing an increase in the number of families with children who eat in our free dining room, and we’ve worked with service learners to learn more about them. Here is one of their stories.

The Dining Room at St. Anthony’s sees people from all walks of life come into the front doors. Across racial divides, young or old, disabled or not, thousands come into the Dining Room every week to seek a warm meal and to find a sense of community. Families also find solace in the Dining Room services and bring their children in to share a meal together. The following is a story of one such family whom I had the pleasure of dining with.
For the purposes of maintaining guest confidentiality I will refer to the family as the Smith family consisting of Paul and his two sons Todd (a highly functioning autistic sophomore in high school) and David (a bright eyed energetic 4th grader). The Smith family lives together in a small apartment near the South of Market neighborhood, and comes into the St. Anthony’s dining hall once a week when the boys are out of school and Paul has the day off.
During the week, Paul works part time in the public sector doing labor and environmental maintenance. When asked how he and his family was affected by the financial downturn of 2008, he responded “I was one of the lucky ones because I got to keep my job, but in a perfect world I would be able to find stable, well-paying employment.” The Smith family rate their ability to meet their needs as “just getting by” as the majority of their finances go to paying the rent, and very little is left over for other expenses. In explaining their involvement in the National School Lunch Program, Paul mentions his frustration about how families are qualified for the service saying “they only look at the income and they don’t take into account all of the other expenses that we have in our life.” Since money is tight, Paul subsidizes his expenses by bringing his family to St. Anthony’s once a week when he can. “I feel comfortable coming here. I’ve heard a lot of bad things about the other dining halls in the area, but the people here are nice,” Paul explains as David vigorously nods in agreement. Despite the fact that they were surrounded by some of the most poverty-stricken individuals in San Francisco, the Smiths seemed to be as normal as any family could be as Paul reminds Todd to wipe his mouth in a very fatherly fashion.
In talking with the boys, I realized that they had very high standards set for themselves. Todd wants to follow in his father’s footsteps and join the Navy when he’s old enough while the young David is aiming to become an engineer or an architect. Paul reminds his son “If you want to do that you have to study very hard and get good grades in math.” In hearing that I am a student at the University of San Francisco, David becomes very quiet then shyly looks up at me and asks “they have a baseball team at USF right?” It turns out David is a huge baseball fan and looks forward to the day when his dad will take him to a Giants game. Paul turns to me “I’m waiting to get the free tickets I got a couple years back when I took Todd, so I can take David this time.” One of the financial difficulties Paul mentions is not being able to provide for his sons to the extent that he would like. “It’s hard having a teenager,” he exclaims, “they want all of the fancy things like iPhones. But I try to provide for them to the best of my ability.” When asked what he needs in order to improve his situation, Paul responds “a full time job.”
This is a story that many in San Francisco, and even across the country experience; the struggles of balancing financial difficulties caused by under-employment with the desire to provide a normal life for their children. While it is a difficult process to face, I applaud all of the strong parents out there who do all that they can to make sure that their children are happy, and I am in awe of the unrelenting support the employees of organizations such as St. Anthony’s continue to provide for those who come through the door.