A very friendly and charming man approached me as I was walking from my office to my car yesterday. He was homeless. He told me that he was a Vietnam veteran and asked if I could help him out. I told him that all I had was a dollar (which was true) but that he was welcome to it.
I expected that he would say thank you and we would go our separate ways. Instead, he looked me in the eye and told me to let go of all my stress because my life is going to completely turn around soon. Everything in my life is going to turn out great.
I thanked him and told him that I wished him all the best. “No need to worry about me. I’m all taken care of,” he said. And he repeated his blessing. He was quite sure of himself.
In retrospect, this could have been a very uncomfortable moment, but it wasn’t. He exuded calm and wisdom. Gravitas even. Imagine Morgan Freeman in need of a haircut and clean clothes. “I believe you,” I said (also true). “Thank you so much.” He nodded and walked away.
Who knows what this guy’s deal really was, but I feel blessed by his blessing. It was a great moment and at the very least, it brightened my day. Thank goodness I had a dollar.