Every day on my drive home from work there's this man that walks down the same street with his cane and backpack.  I don't know who he is or where he's going.  But he always puts a smile on my face.  And I couldn't tell you why.

Sometimes when I'm sitting in traffic I give him a story.  I think he got his limp from a war injury when he courageously rescued someone and got hurt in the process.  Or maybe he was born with it and that look of determination that he always has is just a sign of how strong he is.  Maybe he's walking home to his family after a hard day at work.  Or maybe he's just taking his evening stroll.  Maybe he's carrying his work home in his backpack.  Maybe he's carrying a change of clothes because he's stopping at the gym.  Maybe he's taking night classes and he's carrying his notebook and pens.

But whatever reason it is that draws him there every night, it warms my heart to know that tomorrow he'll still be there.  He'll still be carrying that backpack and walk up that hill with his cane.  Unless it rains.  Then he probably takes the bus or drives.