When I pulled up to work there was a guy standing on the corner, leaning against the wall, and listening to our outdoor speaker that blasts music for all to hear 24 hours a day. As I always do, I went up to the guy and asked him his name and inquired if everything was alright.
He told me his name was Luke and he was just waiting for the library to open so he could go and hang out somewhere warm. He has a bed at the Salvation Army, but he woke up at two and just couldn’t get back to sleep. Too many things running through his mind. I can only imagine.
He was very polite and soft spoken and he appeared to be a little embarrassed about his current station in life. I asked him if he would like a coffee and something to munch on. Our breakfast options here at the station are a little limited seeing as they all come from a machine, but I was sure I’d be able to get him something tasty, if not healthy, to eat.
So, I went to our lunchroom, poured Luke a coffee, and then dug into my parking change to buy him a chocolate wheat puff. When I ran his goodies out to him, Luke couldn’t thank me enough. “Not many people treat me like this.” I responded, “Yes, I know. There are a lot of jerks out there!”
After that, Luke made his way down 12th Avenue to find another stopping point on his way to the library.
I told him if he had any more sleepless nights to drop by. I’m here every morning at 3 and the coffee’s always on!