“I like your shoes”, the homeless man said.
“Thanks, I’ve had these for about ten years…”
I trailed off into the store for freshly squeezed juice and brought one out for him. He was gone.
Spotting him down the street, I handed him an OJ. He accepted it and said, “It don’t matter if you don’t get what they got.”
I thanked him and went and cried in my car. That guy saw the pain on my face.
This stranger and I agreed. You may not get what you want in life. But that’s not why you’re here.
Appearances aside, look within for contentment.