People need people

A few weeks ago, I was on a trip in my camper and had stopped at a gas station in Georgia to refuel. I saw someone sitting on the curb making a sign asking for money, so I walked over and gave him $40, figuring I would be gone by the time he was finished with his sign. He looked me in the eyes and started sobbing. I don’t know if I’ll ever forget that mixture of pain and relief on his face.