Tonight when we delivered burritos, an older gentleman looked up at me and said "Could I get one more, my son here just gulfed down the first one you gave him." I can't even begin to imagine what sort of actions had brought a father and son to living under a bridge and begging for money every day. Maybe a few people were touched by our actions tonight, but I think just as importantly I learned a bit more about this city that I live in. I learned what is happening in the lives of the people around me. Now as I ride my bike to class every morning and I see the guy on the street corner, I dont see some guy needing a handout, I see a guy coming from a very broken life. I've got hope in this world, I just want to share it.