“Excuse me mister, can you help me? I need to make this bus, but I left my wallet at home and need to make the fare.” Said the unshaven obviously homeless man in a suit that didn’t fit. My first inclination was to put him off and say sorry, but some how my hand reached in my pocket that was full of quarters. I had just done my laundry and had extra change. I don’t like excess change in my pockets so, I reached in and gave him what change I had and made my way. Debating to myself all along the way as to whether or not I just bought his next bottle. I guess it doesn’t really matter I told myself and forgot about it.
Three weeks later when I went back to the laundry mat to do my laundry on the way I saw the same guy in the same suit. He was shaved this time. “Hey I know you!” He said . My eyes rolled as I thought up excuses of why I didn’t have any money for him. “Oh don’t worry I don’t want any money I just wanted to thank you for what you did. I was on my way to an interview for a job and I got it! Thanks to you. I’ve been stuck on the streets for some time now with a job I’ll have a place of my own soon. I just got my first check yesterday, its not enough to rent and apartment yet but few more pay checks and I’ll be just fine. But none of it would have happened without you…. Thank you so much! I’m sorry I lied about the wallet thing but I was desperate. God Bless you!” And off he went down the street. I never saw him again.