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Liquor seeped from his breath, and a cane supported his frail body, but I
couldn’t help but wonder what his story was. If he were a character in my
script or novel, what would I learn from him? What would his arc be? But
this man wasn’t fiction. He was real, and he indeed needed help.
Instead of handing him a ten dollar bill that would have most certainly
been spent on more moonshine, I offered, “Let me buy you lunch.” I
wanted to take him into the restaurant so he could choose what most
appealed to him, but he explained the homeless weren’t allowed.
With a bag of warm nourishment, I returned and held out his hot lunch.
As he reached for it, I looked him in the eyes and said, “I love you.” He
was astonished. A tear rolled down his cheek, “I don’t remember the last
time someone said that to me.” I simply repeated, “I love you.” A sweet
smile rose across his parched lips as he declared, “I love you too.”
I smiled and walked away, never to see him again. But for that one day,
that one moment, I hope he felt loved. Those three words were more
nourishing to him than any amount of food.
Try spreading love and see what joy comes back to you.