My daughter and I went to the Brainerd mall a couple of weeks before Christmas. It was quiet, a handful of people in sight, including a man wearing old tattered gray clothing sitting on one of the benches provided. He looked as if he had seen better days. (Obviously poor, perhaps homeless.)
He watched as my daughter climbed aboard one of the horse quarter rides. I put in a quarter and nothing happened. We tried to retrieve our quarter but we were unable. We just walked away. Approximately 30 to 40 steps later my daughter asked, "What's that man doing?"
I said, "It looks like he's trying to dig our money out."
She asked, "Why?"
I said, "He's probably a bum and very poor and wants our money."
She stopped for a few seconds thinking, and said, "Like Bob Kratchet, Mom?"
I said, "Yes, like Bob Kratchet."
We moved on. Perhaps 30 to 40 minutes later, the man approached my daughter and gave her our quarter back, and without a word turned and walked away.
We thanked him in disbelief.
It was very humbling.
Merry Christmas ... sir!
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