“Who is that?” he asked.

A man stood beneath a flickering streetlight, his tired eyes and worn clothes revealing he had little. I gently explained, “I think he’s homeless, sweetheart. He doesn’t have a home or food.”

Josiah’s face changed, and before I could stop him, he jumped up, ran to the door, and called out to the man, “You can eat with us!”

The room fell silent as the man hesitated, then slowly walked in. Josiah smiled at the waitress and said, “Get him the biggest burger we have!” A quiet laugh spread through the room, even from the man.

Before he could eat, Josiah reached for his hand. “Wait,” he said, “we have to pray.” In that moment, heads bowed as Josiah whispered a blessing.

The man’s eyes teared up. “I used to have a son,” he said, “but this kindness… gives me hope.”

As we left, Josiah gave the man his hoodie for warmth. One by one, others in the diner offered money. Josiah’s simple act of kindness had sparked a wave of compassion.

That night, Josiah asked, “Did I do a good thing, Mommy?”

I kissed him, “You did a wonderful thing, sweetheart.” And I knew then that kindness is something we live every day.