The Weary Traveler and the Gift

God put me in McDonald's this morning. I'm sure of it. He knew that my faith in humankind had reached a new level of low. He also knows that everytime He sends me a new miracle to observe that my faith grows by leaps and bounds and I feel His presence in my life in such a strong way. And so my story begins: A friend had to have some labwork early this morning so I trekked along. After all was said and done, I had about an hour to kill. Trying to think of something healthy to eat I headed toward Mickey D's. Oatmeal and coffee....healthy enough. As I sat down inside(which is in itself a little strange, because I very seldom eat at a restaurant alone) with my "health food" I noticed a traveler sitting at the corner table. The evidence that led me to know he was a traveler was that he had a backpack with tags (maybe from a bus station or airport) on it. There was also a heavy coat and gloves hanging on the back of the other chair. The food in front of him had been rewrapped and was still sitting on the table. Maybe he wasn't sure he would get anymore, today, so he was being conservative in his eating and saving some for later. A pretty normal-looking fellow....a little unkempt, but not dirty. The weather was atrocious.....heavy rain and lightning. Not good travelling weather, especially if you may be walking.....He went outside, for what I don't know, and was gone a few minutes. Now here's the good part: While he was gone, a young man looking to be in his late 30's walked over to the traveler's table and left a bag with some food in it. He, then, walked to his table and continued his meal with his friend. Until now, this person had been unnoticed by me. I don't know how long he had been observing the traveler, but obviously, longer than I had. The traveler came back in and went to his table. He looked at the bag, but didn't open it at first. He gently pushed it to the side of the table. After what seemed like a minute or two, he pulled it back to him, opened it, and peered inside. I don't know what or how much was in it or even what the traveler did after this point. I emptied my tray and left for work with the most uplifted spirit from witnessing such an unselfish act. My prayer for the traveler is that he reach his destination soon and his step is just a little lighter because of someone's kindness. May God bless the gift, the giver and the weary traveler.