spent part of the day sitting in the hot sun with a friend of mine who is a homeless guy just outta jail. as we sit outside 24-7, people drive by & give him a dirty or suspicious look. he returns their disdain with a cold stare. i give him some water & comment that the shoes we gave him look good on his feet. he commences to talk to me about his time inside & outside. we talked like friends do. he gives me a window into life on charlotte streets & explained how he got his black eye. the whole time he's talking i'm distracted by glimpses into his calling. it's a thing of beauty even though his lifestyle is presently a thing of ugliness. his hair is matted & he wears his shirt unbuttoned, but he washed before he came to hang out with me. he, a self confessed atheist, came to ask for a word from God from me... and I've got one. our talk in the heat of the day was one of the highlights of my day.iIt fits my definition of mission & meaning & quality of life. that he shares his life with me, this, this i find fulfilling. it increases my own life in some way.