I walk the downtown sidewalk toward my office and his voice happily calls out to me from his regular spot at the corner, “What are you doing here on a Saturday?”
“Work, ” I sigh, and remember my sadness at losing half of my weekend to a deadline. He sees my mood, smiles his big toothless smile, and says, “Ahhh, job security!” He is honestly happy for me, even though my pocket change went into my coffee cup instead of his hand.
And my eyes open, suddenly aware of the blessings; half a weekend yet to claim, the gift of a job, and Ron’s smile most days, except when it’s cold and snowy. And I wish I knew how to gift him back in an equally meaningful way.
Certain changes in perspective can only come from a homeless friend.