She sat next to him on the bus. He looked so lost and lonely. She had noticed him for weeks, but didn’t know how to approach him. He coughed softly into his sleeve and she whispered, “Bless you.” He turned and nodded, his wrinkled eyes smiled at the kind gesture. She was on her way to work again and hated riding the bus, but her car was repossessed a few weeks ago. She felt a tug on her heart as she looked down at his shoes. His shoes were tattered and worn. It was almost time for her stop, she couldn’t not do it. She reached into her pocket, pulled out a twenty as the bus stopped. ”Here you go, sir. Have a nice day.” He looked down at the paper bill she placed in his hand with teary eyes. ”Thanks,” he simply said, choked up. She smiled, waved and walked down the aisle to start her workday.
Five minute Friday First