band-aid

A young guy came up to me yesterday and asked me for a band-aid, actually two. I was in the middle of patching up my own shoe torn ankles. He spoke quietly and I didn't understand much of what he said. I wanted to say, "I have to go" but it seemed he had heard too many "sorrys" that day. He didn't ask for money but had no place to sleep and nothing to stay warm. We walked, now that our feet didn't hurt as much, and talked about his struggles with faith. I listened and shared what I knew. But he didn't ask for much, just two band-aids for his feet.