My son, Josiah, always loved visiting Waffle House, but that night was different.
As we waited for our food, Josiah noticed a man sitting outside in worn-out clothes. Curious, he asked why the man was on the street. I explained that he might be homeless and probably didn’t have anything to eat.
Without hesitation, Josiah got up, walked outside, and invited the man to join us for dinner. The entire restaurant watched as I reassured the man that he was welcome.
When the food arrived, Josiah ordered the biggest burger for him. But just as the man was about to take his first bite, Josiah stopped him.
“Wait,” he said. “We need to pray first.”
Right there, in the middle of the Waffle House, my little boy bowed his head and said a blessing.
A ripple effect followed. One by one, diners began paying for meals and leaving money at the counter. A truck driver told the waitress, “Make sure he has enough for breakfast tomorrow.” An elderly woman placed $20 down and said, “For anyone else who might need it.”
The waitress, stunned, admitted she had never seen anything like it in her 12 years working there.
Josiah, beaming, took a bite of the man’s burger and asked, “Do you like it?”
With teary eyes, the man replied, “The best burger I’ve ever had.”
Before we left, Josiah handed him his favorite sweater. “Here,” he said. “In case you get cold.”
On the way home, my son asked, “Did I do a good thing?”
I kissed his forehead and smiled. “You did something wonderful, sweetheart.”
