This morning as I was walking down the street to pick up some coffee, a white haired man with an unlit cigarette hanging limply from his lips, stumbled towards me, all blurry blue eyed and drunk.
I give only what I have. I looked him full in the face and smiled. And in what sounded like sure sincerity, he repeated, "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," until I was out of earshot, out of sight.