I am a huge sucker for a person with a cardboard sign.
You want a coat or a free McDonald's lunch on me? Throw up a "Cold and Hungry Please Help" on an inverted Domino's Pizza Box. I just feel bad I can't supersize your coke anymore.
Today we had lunch with Grandma at Olive Garden. I have pictures! (This is not conversational whiplash, it's just setting up the story...which, btw, is a true story)
On our way out, there was a man standing on the corner holding a sign. Logan asked if he was Santa- he had a white beard and a white cap on his head- so I can see it. I didn't have any cash, which is actually not my donation of choice, so we drove past him, but went across the street to pick him up a meal. When we drove back, I got out and gave it to him, and he said "thank you for being the hands of Jesus" which I thought was very nice. I was feeling pretty good when I got in the car until we drove past him again and turned onto the main road and Savannah asked "Who was that".
I don't know, someone who has fallen on some hard times.
"But Momma, who WAS that?"
Sweetheart, he's just somebody who needed a lunch today
"He's NOT just somebody, what's his NAME? He has a name, he's not just somebody!"
Now, I know that this was just the fixation of a 2 year old. I do. But at the same time, how right was she. I could have filled way more than a need for a meal if I'd taken two more seconds to take an interest. Smackdown accomplished, thanks Savannah.