I am blessed beyond all measure.

I am not one to toot my own horn and this post isn't intended to make anyone feel bad.

With that being said...

A few months ago I was in a hurry leaving work and heading to school when I decided McDonald's would be a quick and easy place to stop at to grab a snack.

I pulled into the parking lot and in the shade, I spotted a small old man listening to a battery operated radio.

My heart filled with sadness as I saw him from a distance in my comfortable car.

I was in the drive thru window and decided to order a few extra items to give to him.

I parked my car and walked over to him.

I sat with him and we ate lunch.

His name is John.

He is a war veteran, in a wheelchair, who is homeless and has cancer.

I missed class that day and talked to him.

People stared at us as they drove by.

I have never seen a more grateful face.

He is kind and sweet and calls me "kiddo"

Ever since that chilly January afternoon, I visit John almost weekly.

We eat lunch, sometimes breakfast and we chat.

He never asks for anything but is quick to thank me when I bring him food.

One day after Austin cleaned out his closet I grabbed a handful of t-shirts and went Walmart and bough some socks to bring to John.

When I pulled up to the parking lot I found him sleeping next to a trash can on the ground.

My heart was filled with sadness.

I handed him the stuff and he began to cry, he kept asking me why I was so nice to him.

I cried too.

I saw John today.

His cancer is getting worse.

He doesn't know how much longer he'll be around.

I am sad.

I am blessed.

Not a day goes by when I see John that he doesn't say:

"God Bless You, Kiddo."

and God does just that.

A couple of cheeseburgers, some apple pies and even an ice cream cone are all that it has taken to make John grateful for me.

It didn't cost me much, and a few minutes of my time make a world of difference to him.

It always starts with one person.

You will be blessed, and I am living, breathing, healthy proof of that.