At Waffle House, my five-year-old son, Josiah, and I were enjoying a quiet dinner when he pointed outside at a man with worn clothes and tired eyes.
I explained he might be homeless, and Josiah immediately ran to invite him in. His act of kindness silenced the room. As the man stepped inside, Josiah insisted he have the biggest burger on the menu, then prayed for him aloud. The atmosphere shifted as the man, moved by Josiah’s gesture, shared his painful past, and other diners began to offer donations.
The man, once invisible, was now surrounded by warmth and care. Later, as Josiah asked if he’d done a good thing, I realized that true kindness is not just a moment—it’s a way of living, one small act at a time.
