Shortly before Thanksgiving, my husband had a conversation with Ted, a homeless man, at the diner. He ended up buying him dinner, and leaving money to cover Ted's Thanksgiving dinner. He's run into him a few times since. (The diner is next to the car dealership, and both cars have needed some work lately.) Instead of looking the other way, my husband has become actively involved in getting this man some help. He contacted Catholic Charities, and got the name of someone high up in this sort of program from someone at work. They've met a few times, and the odds are very good that this man will start the New Year in some sort of housing. For Christmas, in addition to leaving money at the diner, we gave him one of the Target gift cards we had gotten from kids; Ted used it to buy himself a sweater. Ted has a car, and has mentioned that when the weather gets really bad, he uses some of his Social Security check to get a room at a local hotel.(Apparently his house is in foreclosure, but he can still pick up his check there.) We're looking at a snowstorm on Friday. I think that we'll treat Ted to a weekend at the motel, and that this morning I'll hit the supermarket and stock up on non-perishable foods-- oatmeal, hot chocolate and instant coffee, canned fruit, spam, tuna, peanut butter and crackers-- that Ted can keep in his trunk. (He can have my electric kettle. Even if the motel does have a coffee maker, that water always tastes like coffee.) Lots and lots of people throw a check in the basket at Christmas and figure they've done their share. I'm so very proud to be married to a man who is making a real difference in Ted's life.