It was twenty degrees this morning when I got to work, the daylight still dim. As usual, I parked in the alley to go in the back door near my office.
On the steps, huddled against the brick wall trying to keep warm, was a young man, his head down, nestled in his arms.
“Are you ok?” I asked.
He looked up. “Yeah. It’s cold.” He put his head back down.
“Can I get you anything?”
“No,” he said without looking up. “Thanks.”
I went inside and got him a cup of coffee in a go cup.
“Thanks,” he said as he took it, not looking at me.
I went back inside, not sure of what else to do. Others came in. Then I remembered the coat I keep in my office for when I get chilly. Yeah, I have a spare coat for those days when I’m freezing.
Sometimes we need an adjustment in our perspective.
I would give him my spare coat.
I looked out my window and he was gone.