“Sir,” I say, “I don’t have any money, but if you’re hungry, I just bought lunch.” His smile says it all.
I hand him the bag… and start talking. He shares his story with me- hopes, dreams, plans for the future.
His stomach and my heart now full. We part ways.
Instead of helping, I was helped. He poured into me. Smiling, I go along my way. A better person.