The Food of Human Kindness It was Spring semester when I noticed him--slumped on the sidewalk. He sat with his back against the wall of the small diner that served the college community. The homeless man sat very still with his sack of belongings--inanimate, almost as one.

Homeless folks frequented this area--often asking for food or money. However, it was clear that people were avoiding this man sitting on the sidewalk--often crossing the street to prevent having to even walk by him. He didn't appear threatening. His hat covered over his downward gaze--effectively shutting out the social activity of the street.

I decided to say hello to him when I passed by where he sat. I passed through this area two times each week, after about two weeks something amazing started to happen. He began to lift his head to see who was saying hello. His response progressed quickly over the semester were he was no longer slumped. At first sitting up and then finally he stood up and returned my greeting with a soft spoken, "Hello."

One day I entered the diner to grab a quick bite to eat before heading out. I sat at the counter and ordered my food. To my surprise the man on the sidewalk followed in shortly and sat down on the stool next to me. At first my mind raced, should I offer to buy him a meal? However, this gentle soul put down a small handful of change and ordered a coffee. He turned to me and inquired, "How are you doing today?" I responded in kind and introduced myself. "My name is John," he added. Our conversation continued in a somewhat awkward, but pleasant small talk. I finished my meal and shared that it was really nice to talk with him. He nodded his head.

On my walk to the car I thought a lot about the man from the sidewalk. It occurred to me that this gentleman had not been seeking handouts--only the simple dignity of human interaction. He had been starved of the food of human kindness.

My semester ended shortly after. On the last few walks past the diner where my friend was stationed, I found him confidently on his feet. Now, as I approached he took off his hat and bowed deeply as I passed by. We exchanged a smile and a friendly hello--both of us the better for having crossed each other's paths.

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