It was outside a Georgia Chipotle on a grey day–a heavy, humid, sad-feeling one.
Dad was inside a nearby store grabbing something, and Mom stayed in the car with us kids. Naturally, as a six year old girl, I had enough curiosity to kill nine cats and then some. I stared out my car window at a homeless man and his dog across the parking lot. The man held a cardboard sign. I don’t remember what it said.
I watched, fascinated, as a man in a nice outfit–if my foggy memory allows me, it was a blue button-down shirt, tie, and slacks–came out of the Chipotle with a drink and a bag. I assumed that it was his lunch.
It wasn’t his lunch.
He walked right over to the homeless man and gave him the drink and lunch sack.
“Why did that man give him his lunch?” I asked. Mom gave some answer about loving others and asked if I wanted to give the homeless man something. Frightened at the thought of approaching a stranger, I said no. Besides, he and his dog had a nice lunch now… Right?
Soon, Dad came back to the car and we drove away from the homeless man and his dog. It was a small thing from a long time ago, and yet all these years later, I can still remember.
I will never forget the man that gave that lunch away, because ever since then, he has inspired me to be like him.
Hope that you all are inspired by these musings of mine. Stay stellar, my friends! ❤