We had a couple errands to do today and while approaching a red light there was a man standing on the median. We've never seen him before.
Our middle son said, "Mom, that's him!" and quickly reached for our baggie. I guess he knew that was the person who was supposed to be the recipient of the baggie.
I rolled my window down. The man glanced at me and took the baggie. He didn't really smile. He looked down. His teeth were pretty bad. My girlie said from the back seat, "Good thing we have toothpaste for him."
He continued to hold his sign.
We drove off. Being the giver is a great thing. We're blessed.
We're going to get more baggies ready.