I am the gift of compassionthat lives in that smile
you gave to a stranger,
Your kindness that bought him
a sandwich, and the hope
that he felt because you cared.
When I was at university there was a homeless man who I sometimes passed on my walk back to halls after my early morning job, cleaning at a Superdrug store in town. He’d be sat on a bench with his scruffy little dog. I’d stopped to chat to him a few times, about unimportant things like the weather or to fuss over his dog.
One day he seemed more fed up than usual. He didn’t look well so I popped into the newsagents and bought him a sandwich.
I like to think that the sandwich helped in more ways than the obvious but I never saw him again after that so I do not know.