My Daily Bread from a Homeless Black Brotha'.

I was in a restaurant today and was told by a white lady, "You are such a sweet young man. That was nice of you." The reason you may ask?
When I was at the marathon today a homeless man was passing my booth window outside of the restaurant I was eating at. He was what you may call a stranger, I call him a Black Brotha'. He walked with a limp, his cart, necessities and his head up high. I noticed that I had some fries I could give him, knowing I will not be questioning if I will be eating a hot meal later today. So I put them in a bag, purchased him a drink and approached him. I let the Black Brotha' know, "I didn't purchase this because I feel sorry for you, I bought it because I Respect your fight to survive." He really appreciated that by saying, "Brotha' Your Respect just filled me up." I started eating the fries because I felt relaxed in his world, realizing I'm in need as much as he is but in my own way. Then I offered him some as we ate the fries together. I pulled back from handing him the fries to let him know that I realized I was a human being in need as well and I was accepting the nutrition he was feeding me. Being 2 Strong Black Brotha's' who Love and Respect our people, he and I clicked off ok. He told me where he was from, what he has done and how he survives. Great conversation. The lack of Love for our people is why he marches the 37th street he calls home. We question homeless people, laugh at homeless people and/or degrade them. His life wasn't a terrible life. He lost his wife and lives in depression. He said that he will find her. May Jah Bless my Brotha'.
So after we showed love and departed ways, I had to approach the white lady after I finished talking to my Black Brotha' JJ. I said to her, "Excuse me ma'am. I mean you no disrespect. My purpose for approaching you is to let you know that he was my Brotha'. We are from the same mother. That's the reason I shared with him my daily bread and mental inspiration. At the conclusion of our conversation I was the one who walked off feed. I was inspired with my portion of his daily bread." She responded, "Oh I am so sorry." I replied, "There is no need to apologize. He and I had a lot in common. We both Are Disciples. Now I must be on my way."
So Sista's and Brotha's take time out to enjoy a mental and spiritual meal with homeless people. We are all from the same mothers. We all are disciples.... And I'm off the mic. Much Love, Honor and DEEP Respect to JJ. May God Jah-Jehovah Bless you well. Face