Sunday mornings, there’s a guy on the corner of an intersection not far from my house. His name is Scott. And little by little, one red light at a time, we have become friends.
Scott sells the Sunday paper on that corner. Every week. Rain or shine. Blistering heat or freezing cold, he is there. On our way to church, over the course of the past year, we have brought him coffee when it’s cold and water when it’s hot and an umbrella when it’s pouring. He has given us Christmas cards and Halloween candy. We try to tip big. He smiles a lot. Us, too.
And in the 3 ½ minutes between stoplights, we have forged an unlikely friendship.
He is always cheerful. Always. Standing on a street corner selling papers, the guy is cheerful!