One rainy evening, while eating at Waffle King, I noticed an elderly man struggling to open the door. The rain was pouring heavily, and he was completely soaked. Around his neck hung a pair of dog tags, and he carried a small bucket labeled “Mentally Disabled Veterans.”
He sat in the booth in front of me. When the waitress asked what he would like to order, he quietly replied, “Whatever three dollars will get me.”
Some people ask for help when they do not truly need it, but something in my heart told me this man was genuine.
When I went to pay for my meal, I gave the cashier extra money to cover a full dinner for him. On my way out, I also left $30 on his table. At first, he didn’t want to accept it. Maybe he felt uncomfortable taking money from someone younger.
But eventually, he shook my hand and thanked me.
Before I left, he said something I will never forget. He told me that my parents would be proud of the son they raised.
Take a moment to help someone whenever you can. One day, you might be the one who needs a helping hand.
— Travis Smith 🫡
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