Dumpster Diving

As we were walking to our car after doing some early morning surfing, we saw a homeless guy digging in the dumpster for cans or whatever. The first thought that ran through my mind was, "That's why you go to school. What a waste of a life." We got to our car, and Tyler said to me, "Dad, did you see that homeless guy; he didn't even have a shirt." Since we just so happened to have a car full of stuff to take to donate, Tyler said, "Do we have a shirt in here that we could give to him?" We looked around and found a polo shirt that had been given to us in a scavenger hunt called "bigger or better." At any rate, the shirt happened to be "bigger" than the item that we traded it for. In fact, the shirt was a lot bigger. It was a 3X to be exact. And the homeless guy was more like a medium. At any rate, we caught up with the homeless guy, John, and asked him if he needed a shirt. "Yeah, I've needed a shirt for quit a while," he responded. "It's a 3X" I told him,"but it's brand new with the tags on it." He didn't care; he was just happy to have a shirt. As we left, I realized that Tyler's heart had been sensitive to the heart of God, but mine had not. "It's too bad we don't have a belt, Daddy," Tyler said, "because he had an electrical cord tied around his pants for a belt." We did have a belt in the car--it was wrapped around my waist--so we drove back and gave John a belt too. "God bless you," John told us as we left. May your heart be as sensitive as Tyler's as you go about your day.