As I was about to go into my favorite coffee shop one brisk and cold morning, I noticed her. She was sitting outside looking sad and alone. Something about her touched my heart, her coat and clothes were old and worn and her hair was stringy. It was obvious to me that she was a bit down on her luck, so I smiled at her and all that could be mustered back at me was a blank expression. I continued on my way and went inside.
As I stood in line, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I had come across many homeless people in my lifetime but something was different about this woman. After I received my order I went to sit down and noticed that she was now inside sitting just across the room from me. As I was eating, I noticed people going by and giving her either looks of sympathy or disapproval. How many times had I done that in the past? I decided to do something different this go round and when I finished up, went over to her and asked, “Have you had your coffee, yet?” She answered, “No, ma’am, I am homeless.” I then asked her if she would like me to get her a cup of coffee and she nodded her head in approval and said with deep relief, “I would love that.”