While dining at Waffle House, my 5-year-old son, Josiah, noticed a homeless man outside. Moved by compassion, he invited him in, insisting he share a meal with us. Before the man could eat, Josiah led a heartfelt prayer, bringing tears to nearly everyone in the restaurant.
Inspired by his kindness, other diners began paying for meals and leaving money for those in need. The man, deeply touched, shared that he once had a son Josiah’s age and that this moment gave him hope to turn his life around.
Before leaving, Josiah gave the man his cherished red hoodie, ensuring he wouldn’t be cold. That night, I realized kindness isn’t a one-time act—it’s something we live every day.
