I received this email from a friend this morning. It touched me beyond words. I had to share it.I visit a mentally challenged man every morning when I get coffee. His name is Louie. Yesterday Louie was beside himself.He can’t speak, he just mumbles. He was shaking his fists and making throat slashing signs. I couldn’t figure out why.Then I found out that the state workers across the street had stolen his hat while they were teasing him.Today I brought him a new hat. He started cheering and shaking my hand. I have never seen anyone as happy as Louie just now.It made me feel good. How can a mentally handicapped man renew my faith in life?Such a simple gesture meant so much.I think in the grand scheme of things Louie may have helped me more than I could ever help him.
“Wherever there is a human in need, there is an opportunity for kindness and to make a difference.”