After bowling, I walked back over to the House of Blues to see if there was any merch left. Nothing there, nobody was even in there. And I turned around, walked about ten feet, and one man of two called out to me, “Hey man, can I talk to you for a second?” My original thinking, oh Lord, I’m going to die, these two black guys are going to mug me and kill me. And usually I just ignore the homeless. Because they’re homeless for a reason, right? But we talked for a bit. He assured me, they WILL buy food. And they wouldn’t use it on anything else. And as we were talking, his eyes. I couldn’t even put into words the emotion in his eyes. For some reason, I wasn’t scared to death, my heart wasn’t beating hard or anything, I felt okay. And he says, “Anything, man. Help us out.”
And I ask him the question. “Before anything happens here. Tell me, what do you stand for?”
“Well, I’m a veteran. And I just don’t like those shelters. People smell, they’re mean..”
“No no. I mean what do you stand for. Something you believe in so strongly, something you’d die for.”
“Oh man, The Lord.” And he points upward. “I’d die for Him like he died for me, I’d die for you!”
Eyes are the window to the soul. And his were not lying.
“Buy food. Okay? Food.”
And I handed him the five.
“Thank you so much, man. Thank you. Would you pray with us?”
I was completely shocked when he asked that. But I did so. We held hands, I led them in prayer. What a life changing experience.
I immediately called mom to tell her this story, and just to thank her so much for the way she raised my brother and I, because she did, one freaking heck of a job.
These experiences, these morals, this is what I live for. This is everything.
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