Mother's Day Story
Yesterday was Mother’s Day. I took my mom out to the book store. We have a standing tradition for holidays. We go to Borders and we browse for as long as we like. When we are done the person being celebrated, my mom in this case, picks out a book and the other person buys. Then we have a cup of coffee and talk.

Here is the story my mom told me:

Last night she was walking to the drug store to get some medicine. Outside the store sat a homeless man. She didn’t want to be bothered. Even if he did ask for money my mom does not have much to give. As she passed he did not beg. He simply said, “I miss my mom.” This stopped my mom in her tracks. He said again, “I miss my mom.”
My mother turned to him and replied, “Me too. I think about her every day.”
He said, “It’s hard.”
She replied, “I know.”
Then they hugged.

When she told me this I almost cried. What a touching interaction between two strangers. In the middle of a city the keeps to itself in was a rare connection. I know mother’s day is over. But if you missed it, be sure to give your mom a call. They won’t be around forever.