I sobbed in the homeless man’s arms. I did not know him. Most likely I will not see him again, but I will never, ever forget the moment our hearts touched in the intimate dance of raw truth that he lives on the street and I in a warm apartment. I wanted to take him with me.

It began when I commented on his dog. He smiled very proud and said, “Yea, she’s great. I’ve got her back and she’s got mine.”

As he spoke, gently petting the dog, I reached into my wallet and took out all the money I had. Without counting, looking, or caring what he would do with it. I handed it to him. He hesitantly took it. As our hands touched my tears began. The young man reached out, wrapped me tight in his arms and said, “It’s okay. We’re okay out here. Thank you for caring.”

As I turned to leave he said, “I love you.” I looked him in the eyes and said, “I love you too.”

Love is more than affection for those closest to us.

To love is to act lovingly.

Such as being sensitive and kind. Patient, compassionate and respectful.

Love does not judge or fear.

Love cares and shares.

To love is to see ourselves in others.

To love is to lead with the positive behaviors of our heart.