A magical encounter

This is a blogpost more for myself, to remind myself. I was on the way home today, when I noticed a homeless guy sleeping outside a doorway. Normally, I would walk by, because there are too many of them and it's impossible to help every single one. But it is an especially cold night and the thought of someone frozen to death just freaks me out. So I backtracked and asked if he had dinner. He hesitated and then said," I don't mean to be rude but I really can't be asked to get out now." This is understandable because he is probably underdressed and honestly, if someone barges into my bedroom without knocking and invites me into the blistering cold, I will say no too. I still went on my own to get a burger for him anyway, and that turned out to be the best decision. We talked about how he's been working since he was 16 and how he keeps losing jobs near Christmas because that is when building jobs finish. He then asked me if I knew where West Road was and proudly told me that he plastered one of the student buildings on West Road. Nothing but pride in his voice. I had all admiration for him. How many people do we know who hold decent jobs but are too ashamed of them? Or perhaps just view it as a means to survive? I have been so trained in my elitist thinking that I forget to be proud and thankful for every (little or big) things I do. I hope things turn out well for him... And that I won't forget him this time round. When I told him about Jimmy's breakfast on Sundays, he suddenly recalled that it was me who served him last week. I didn't volunteered then, so I thought he probably got it all wrong. And 5min after I left him, the memory came crashing back to me. I remembered asking how to spell his name and calling out his name. At that moment, I couldn't help but teared. God works in such a magical way.