A blessed surprise on my drive home from class.
As I pulled off at my usual exit, my eyes caught view of lanky man huddled at the side of the road, a cardboard sign depicting his story. As I handed him a giftcard I'd been blessed with, his eyes caught my gaze, he let out a soft but violent cough, one that, after having bronchitis for two months now, I've become quite familiar with. And for a split second, for just a moment, I was reminded of the humanness of it all, reminded that we are no different from each other, that we are both God's children. And for a split second I wanted to give the world to my brother.
As I pulled off at my usual exit, my eyes caught view of lanky man huddled at the side of the road, a cardboard sign depicting his story. As I handed him a giftcard I'd been blessed with, his eyes caught my gaze, he let out a soft but violent cough, one that, after having bronchitis for two months now, I've become quite familiar with. And for a split second, for just a moment, I was reminded of the humanness of it all, reminded that we are no different from each other, that we are both God's children. And for a split second I wanted to give the world to my brother.
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