A homeless man in coveralls carrying two jugs of water bounced with a gait while singing. I walked over to him, offering hand warmers. “Hi, please take these. It’s only going to get colder tonight.” “Whoa! Thank you. They’ll come in handy.” I tucked a couple of scripture cards into the bib of his coveralls, next to his suspenders. “And read these, if you will.”
“I will, but wait. Did you know I can sing?” He held the bag of hand warmers between two fingers, clutching the handles on the jugs. “Do you like Elvis songs? Tell me your favorite.”
“I can’t think of one right now. I know my mom loves Elvis. Once, when I was sick, back in elementary school, I stayed home from school. But I got lonely, being there all by myself.”
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