I often walk from work to the Embarcadero BART station, where I catch a train back to the East Bay. Several times, I saw a gentleman who I presumed was homeless. He had a lot of his possessions tied down to his bike,took a torn blanket and sat on it. He held a cardboard sign that said he was a vet who didn’t drink or do drugs, but would appreciate anything that could be given. He usually has earphones on and is listening to the radio. He is always minding his own business, often reading as well. I've never seen him actively “ panhandle ” . Several times, while I was passing him, I realized I had some food with me, so I turned around and offered him that food (most recently, a blueberry muffin). He took off his earphones, and said "Umm, blueberry muffins are my favorite!" with a big smile and a gleam in his eye. He thanked me so warmly. The pure graciousness and humbleness of his receiving makes me want to continue to stop by with "surprises" of food, money or other gifts. In the past, I've had homeless folks turn down the food I was offering, saying that they want only money instead. So this wonderful gentle man being so open to offers has been a blessing. It also makes me realize how open I am to offers in my own life. Am I humble and grateful when I'm gifted with something? Sometimes yes, sometimes no, but rarely as gracious, and sincere as this wonderful man has been.