On my way back to Davis from Tracy, we encountered a homeless man at a red light. He had shaggy/wavy brownish blonde hair that tumbled to his shoulders and he held up a flimsy cardboard sign that had on it one of those classic messages - you know, like “please help. will work for food.” I couldn’t tell if he was shifting his weight from one foot to the other because he was cold. He might as well have been dancing. But one look at his expression and you knew he couldn’t be dancing. The defeated look in his eyes was striking.
“He looks so sad,” I said to the car.
My dad handed several bills to my mom and told her to give it to him. She opened the window and held the money out. He didn’t realize it at first but when he did he came to us, took the money and said, “Thanks, I really appreciate it. You all have a great Memorial Day.” And just when the light turned green and we were about to go, we saw a couple walk over and hand him a takeout box of food. My brother was able to see that they’d gotten him pancakes before we drove off.
Things like that make me happy. Seeing people help others, even if it’s a small gesture.
Happy Memorial Day Weekend (: