Why is there a picture of a doughnut, you ask? 

Besides the fact that I love doughnuts, I have a short story I'd like to share. 

I was driving home from work this past Friday, made an exit onto Adams from the 110, 

and what do I see as I brake for the light? I see a homeless man walking slowly back to his turf, 

with a doughnut in each hand, given to him by someone who cared to share. 

His little cardboard sign read "NEED FOOD". I watched him take his first bite–he was gentle 

and slow about it–definitely the most appreciative bite I've ever witnessed. 

Watching him relish in that bite brought a wave of warmth inside me. I only wish I had water in my car 

to give him. The man in front of me reached out of his car window and handed him a couple 

dollar bills, though. "Good," I thought. Hopefully he'll spend his money wisely, 

for necessities rather than indulgences. 

I know homeless people and pan handlers get a lot of grief, 
dislike, and judgement from the world, but they need food and water, just like you and me. 
I'm happy I saw this man enjoy his doughnut. I hope he stays safe and well.