WinterBorn
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Let me preface this by saying it is not about me.
I live in a quiet neighborhood about 2 miles inside I-285 in Atlanta. There is a homeless guy named Cole who walks the 4 lane highway near my house. We are usually out of town for Thanksgiving. But if we are in town, I take a plate up to him.
Today I loaded a plate with turkey, dressing, my awesome gravy, some sweet potato casserole and a couple of rolls, all covered with aluminum foil. And I grabbed a plastic knife, fork and spoon and drove up to find Cole.
Cole is a nice guy. He is also a huge guy. He is easily 3 or 4 inches taller than me, and I am 6'2".
I found him walking down the side of the road and pulled over. I gave him the plate and told him "Happy Thanksgiving". He smiled and said thank you. Then he said he didn't have any money to pay me for the food. When I told him I wouldn't take his money if he had any, his smile bloomed.
I had to go up to make a U-turn after giving him the food. I saw in my rearview mirror as a woman walked towards him. She didn't look homeless per se. But her clothes are worn. As I was driving back home I saw him showing her the food.
Then I saw him hand her the spoon. This man who truly has nothing, is sharing his "bounty" with someone.
And THAT, dear friends is what Thanksgiving is all about.
And I will tell you one other thing I learned. It is hard to drive with tears in your eyes.
I live in a quiet neighborhood about 2 miles inside I-285 in Atlanta. There is a homeless guy named Cole who walks the 4 lane highway near my house. We are usually out of town for Thanksgiving. But if we are in town, I take a plate up to him.
Today I loaded a plate with turkey, dressing, my awesome gravy, some sweet potato casserole and a couple of rolls, all covered with aluminum foil. And I grabbed a plastic knife, fork and spoon and drove up to find Cole.
Cole is a nice guy. He is also a huge guy. He is easily 3 or 4 inches taller than me, and I am 6'2".
I found him walking down the side of the road and pulled over. I gave him the plate and told him "Happy Thanksgiving". He smiled and said thank you. Then he said he didn't have any money to pay me for the food. When I told him I wouldn't take his money if he had any, his smile bloomed.
I had to go up to make a U-turn after giving him the food. I saw in my rearview mirror as a woman walked towards him. She didn't look homeless per se. But her clothes are worn. As I was driving back home I saw him showing her the food.
Then I saw him hand her the spoon. This man who truly has nothing, is sharing his "bounty" with someone.
And THAT, dear friends is what Thanksgiving is all about.
And I will tell you one other thing I learned. It is hard to drive with tears in your eyes.