At a Waffle House, my five-year-old son Josiah spotted a tired man outside. When I explained he might be homeless, Josiah didn’t hesitate—he invited the man to eat with us. The restaurant quieted as the man cautiously stepped inside. Josiah insisted the waitress order him the biggest burger. Before eating, Josiah took the man’s hand and prayed over the food, bringing tears to many eyes.
The man shared he had a son Josiah’s age but hadn’t seen him in years. Josiah then gave him his red hoodie so he wouldn’t be cold. That simple kindness sparked something powerful—other diners began donating money for the man’s meals.
As we left, the man wasn’t alone anymore. People were sitting with him, listening. Josiah smiled, asking if he’d done a good thing. I kissed him and said, “You did a wonderful thing.” He said, “I want to do it again tomorrow.”
Kindness isn’t just once. It’s every day.
