My Warm Bowl of Chicken Soup

I got my warm serving of chicken soup as I was walking towards my workplace this morning.   A homeless guy was sitting along a corner of a sidewalk.  The moment I saw him, I was hesitant to walk across his area for fear that he might be out of his mind and do something to me.  (Because of everything that I hear on the news everyday, it’s a little difficult for me to trust people especially when their appearances say otherwise.)  But still, I figured, what can he do to me?  I might not be that strong but I can run as fast as speedy gonzalez.  So, I walked towards his direction.  He looked at me.  Not knowing how else to react, I smiled.   He said "thank you."  I then put on a quizzical look:  "thank me? for what?"  He goes:  "Thank you for your smile.  It made my day!"

My heart was crushed.  Here I was thinking that he was some looney, trashy…a bad person.  Inasmuch as my smile made his day, his "thank you"  made my day as well.

One Response to “My Warm Bowl of Chicken Soup”

  1. Darlene Says:

    Hello Gracia, this is a very nice, inspiring story. :)

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