My husband, two granddaughters and I were driving through Oakland on our way to Phipps Conservatory. The 7-year-old, Emily, saw a homeless man bundled up on a sidewalk against a wall. She had questions about him and ideas about how she wanted to help. I promised a shopping trip to choose a present.
After much deliberation, she picked black socks, so “they wouldn’t get too dirty and could be used as mittens, too.” With my husband watching us from the car we approached and I asked if Emily could give him something. Very solemnly, she handed him the present and wished him Merry Christmas.
With a thank you and God bless from him we were on our way hoping that his feet were as warm as a little girl’s heart.