I left after work to head up to Mount St. Helens. The wildflowers are at peak bloom. I stopped at a local fast food place to grab a burger and fries. As I pulled into the parking lot, I saw a homeless man. So, I did what I normally do. I drove around to the other side of the restaurant.
But, there wasn’t a door over there so I had to go back. As I walked to the door, the homeless man approached and asked if I would buy him a strawberry milkshake. I gave him the customary smile and head nod and then ducked inside the door.
As I stood in line, I rationalized how many homeless could get out of their situation but choose not to help themselves. Some are pushy and intimidating. Many are drug addicts and in and out of jail.
But, I just kept thinking that there’s another human being out there in record breaking heat. And he just wants a strawberry milkshake. So, I ordered one. Just as I turned to leave, I ran into the man. I gave him the milkshake and said it was for him. His face lit up as he told me he didn’t think anyone would buy him one. I looked him in the eye and wished him a good day. And, then I left.
I’m not looking for a compliment. Usually, I don’t make eye contact with the homeless, let alone buy them food or carry on a short conversation. But, maybe I can do better from here on out.
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