As I pulled into the convenience store parking lot, I was drawn to a man with fuzzy gray hair sitting in his wheelchair. I parked the car but kept staring as he skillfully maneuvered his wheelchair, avoiding any potential collision. He tightly clutched a bag of chicken nuggets as he alternated one hand with the other to move closer to the end of the building. I finally stepped from the car to give him water and scripture cards to read. His marble- blue eyes glistened, and he dropped his nuggets when I bumped his arm with my clumsy self.