There’s a local homeless man who I regularly gave a bit of cash to and one day, he badly needed a hat. I asked my husband to find one. He went to the garage to look in our box of hats for one that would protect the man. And, there they were, not the hats mind you, but several heirloom items left to my husband by his grandfather.
My husband had been cleaning them for storage when workers were in our home and he quickly put them out of sight. He forgot where and grieved for several years over his carelessness. GrandDad had so little and now, his grandson had even less of him. Until the homeless man.
This homeless man gave my husband a precious gift that no one else could have given him. I shared with him what he had done for us. He smiled and never spoke. He left our area with a well-stocked cart. The lesson is obvious.
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