I'm sure I've posted this song before, but I think it's fitting.
Last week as I left church, a man was standing in center of the road holding a sign stating he was a homeless vet. He asked me if I was taking the bus home and warned me that there were a couple drunks in the bus stop. As I approached the bus stop, I had to agree that the people were drunk to quite drunk. Today as I was walking towards church the same man was yelling at cars, "Don't forget to call your mother." I stopped and thanked him for last week's warning and kindness. It was evident that he was concerned about my safety. Often I leave church a bit early on Sundays, so I can get to my 11:00 spin class. When I left church to cross the street, he informed me that he knew I was leaving church early. I smiled and told him not to tell anyone. He shook my hand and introduced himself as Jim. My hope for Jim is that he is able to find what he needs. Next week, I think I'll bring him a Caribou coffee.
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