Kissed hands and Germ-X

Today at the post office a homeless man was sitting outside in the drizzly weather. He didn't ask me for money. He only told Anthony to hurry along after Mamma because Anthony was dawdling as usual. I always feel for poor/homeless people. I suppose because at one point I was one. Yes, I've been homeless, and pretty poor most of my life. I slept in a tent on my son's godmother's farm out in a field of alfalfa. It rained, and I was cold. We ate peanute butter and jelly a lot, and got to know the farm animals pretty well. I was really grateful to at least have someplace familiar to stay. Anyway, on our way out of the post office I asked the man if he was hungry and gave him a bagel and some cookies. When all was done he put his hand out, I thought to shake, but rather he kissed mine. For me, that was the best "thank you". He really appreciated the food, and walked away rather timidly, glancing here and there as if he was caught doing something wrong.

Afer, I washed with Germ-X in my cozy car and drank my Starbucks, and had my Subway sandwich. But I won't forget what it's like. And I wish I could help more.