Last winter my mom and I were driving home from Polaris Shopping Center, the air was frigid as we pulled into an intersection and saw a homeless man holding a cardboard sign saying, “I need help.” He didn’t look like the stereotypical “homeless type”. He had on nice clothes; he looked as if he could be one of my friends’ dads, which made him seem out of place holding the sign. It made me think that it must’ve taken guts for him to stand in the cold and ask for help… to lower himself to beg for help.
We didn’t have anything to give him and couldn’t stop on the busy road anyway so we kept driving. As we got further and further away, I started questioning my mom. “Where will he sleep tonight? How will he get food? Does he have a family?” I couldn’t help but feel guilt nagging at me. As we talked we got an idea. We pulled in at a Wendy’s and bought a $5 gift card. It was just enough for him to go inside and get something warm.
We made it back to the intersection just in time to catch him as he was walking away. A policeman had just told him to move along. I reached out the window and handed him the gift card and he looked directly into my eyes and said, “God bless you.”