I bought a man two hot dogs and a gallon of water. He closed his eyes and thanked God for keeping His word. I walked back to my car a different person.
A man asleep in the gravel. The word CHURCH in metal letters four feet away. I pulled over because the frame said everything words have been failing to say.
A young man out of jail kept telling me about someone named Albert. I stopped by the shelter to meet him. That visit changed the trajectory of my giving.