A Five Dollar Man

A Five Dollar Man

A few days ago, as I was walking back home… I noticed a homeless man sitting at the bus stop across the street from where I live… He was there with his shopping cart and an umbrella… Instinctively I gave him a five dollar bill… he was surprised and happy… he thanked me for it and I could see a smile in his face…
The next morning he was still there so I went and gave him another five dollar bill… I doubt if he recognized me… but he thanked me saying “Thank you… I will go and get some breakfast”…
The following day I was at the mall and bought a plate of rigatoni… but I failed to finish my plate… so I thought of giving it to my five dollar man… as I got to the bus stop I offered it to him, expecting a thank you… Instead he asked me if it was water… I told him it was food instead of water… so he said “Keep your food… it is water I need”…
I felt disappointed and hurt at his refusal… telling to myself… OK I’ll keep it for myself…

The following day, I saw him at the bus stop… and I arrogantly passed by him and totally ignored him…

That disturbed me all day… as I felt ashamed of myself for showing anger for the man who was sincere and refused the food I offered…

Today… I failed to see the five dollar man at the bus stop… but I am hopeful to see him again… and give him a five dollar bill…