I try to always have some small snack in my purse. You never know.
I was coming out of CVS on a beautiful 72 degree day. A little ways down the sidewalk from the door there was fabric on the ground, but there was so little depth to it that it took me a moment to realize that there was in fact a person under there.
Sometimes instinct screams Stay AWAY! but this time it felt like the opposite.
I sat down in my car a moment and went looking and hoping, but I could only find one of these.
Sir?
His face suddenly appeared as I was held the raspberry oatmeal fig bar pack out to him.
It’s not much, I told him, but it’s what I could find.
The radiance in his face! He loved me for it in that moment as if I were his own mother. I was a little staggered. And yet not a further word was said.
I glanced back as I walked towards my car: he was back fully underneath. The bright pink package was lying on the drab concrete against the outer wall of the store just past his head, where he could reach for it at any time but so could anyone else if they happened to be hungry and needed a bite to eat.