The man stopped me cold tonight as I walked from the gym back to my office. He was saying grace.
"Dear Lord, thank you for ....."
What does he have be thankful for? He doesn't even have a home. It is approaching winter and he is sitting outside in the cold, reduced to the kindness of strangers for his everyday sustenance. But there he is, giving thanks for the blessing of a meal.
I paused for a second but quickly moved past without acknowledging his moment of privacy. "Better get back to the office," I thought to myself.