I met a homeless man and his puppy yesterday.
The pup was precious. Big paws and brown eyes.
I had stopped to find my cell phone (which had fallen underneath the passenger seat) and the sweet beast greeted me when I opened my door.
It was a chilly morning and I noticed that the man was wearing a back pack and had only one thin blanket over his shoulders. I imagined them working to keep each other warm in the night and my heart simply broke.
I immediately realized that I had a few dog provisions in the car.
First, my Lulu’s coat.
It is pink and white and it’s been with us for years.
But at that moment, I realized the most important thing was that the little puppy have it. I pulled it out of the back and walked up to the man. He was so thrilled. I worried about the colors (because the pup was male), but he said “the colors don’t matter, it will definitely keep him warm”.
I then went back to the car and found a couple of bones and a sweet little toy.
When I returned to the curb, the puppy was warm and cozy and seemed so happy.
He saw the bones in my hand and was thrilled.
When I left them, bear cub (the puppy) was happily chewing a bone and the man had gone into the store to get coffee with a few dollars I had given him.
As I pulled away, I realized that it’s when we step out of ourselves – our worries and our ego’s, that it is possible to truly be happy.
Love is in the giving and in the knowledge that you just may have made a difference in someone’s life no matter how small.