Now I am going to think of more...but a few years ago, on a cold snowy sunday morning...I went to a Dunkin Doughnuts in downtown Pittsburgh.
I sat down in an orange booth and my husband went to order us two bagel, egg, and cheese sandwiches.
There was no one else in the small cramped seating area except this man in the back,
He had a beard, was drinking a coffee,
and a garbage bag half full sat at his feet.

Now I was sitting there thinking of all the reasons
I had chosen to stop going to church,
I felt very at home with my views as a spiritual person rejecting all organized
ritual...but something inside, missed the singing....aahhhh the choir singing.
I would miss that very much....
and it felt strange to sit here, in this booth
waiitng..
Someone opened the door,
A chill whipped into that space.
I remember thinking,
It is sooooo cold out there.

Seconds later,
the man in the back,
Got up,
chucked his garbage bag over his shoulder,
and began to walk towards the door,
Just before he passed me,
He stopped...
And for no reason at all,
started singing to me!
I believe it was an Elvis song....

I could not help but beam with delight!

When he finished, I offerred him some money and of course he refused.
I'll never forget his face,
and the best voice I ever heard in the Dunkin Doughnuts Choir!