downtown last saturday, under a bridge, one man was bragging about another man who had swept a large area where they stay with a tiny whisk-broom.
the area was looking great. his back was very sore.
we gave him some aspirin and naproxyn.
on sunday, we went to the same area. we had a couple of gifts for him; a broom and a small rake he was wanting.
we sat under that bridge, giving away the lunches, and waiting for him. someone said that he had gone to church.
just as we were getting ready to leave, there he was, at the other end of the bridge, getting out of a van. so, we exchanged some hugs, gave him the tools, and prayed together. such a happy moment.
as we were leaving, i saw him in the mirror, sweeping like a maniac.
so cool.
eh