I’m usually in the center lane when I stop at this light, ready to shoot straight through the intersection on green.
Most days there is someone or another on the corner with a sign. I don’t always turn my head, but today I knew I had a dollar in my purse.
He was old – probably not as old as he looked. It was sunny today, hot. He was sunburned and dirty. I rolled down the window and he came right over.
Thank you, bless you, he said, his face crumpled.
Thank you, sir, I answered, and rolled the window back up.
When the light turned he was back on the corner, waving at me. I waved back.
He blew a kiss and cupped his hand to his heart. I saw the sign then. It read, “Anything helps.”
Anything helps. How true, how kind, how wise. For a dollar.