I was down to my last $20. I went to WalMart to get an inkjet to finish a project and there was a homeless man on the side street. After my experiences in California with them, I now would normally drive by. I drove onto our main thoroughfare to head home and it nagged me so much, I finally realized how bad I would feel if I didn’t do something. I drove to the bank, took out my last $20, drove back, pulled into the Arby’s parking lot and had him come to the car. I had absolutely no fear whatsoever. There was a true humility about him – he could barely look me in the eyes. He was dirty, limping, a tooth broken out. But in his blue eyes there was an obvious intelligence I immediately trusted. I told him I would buy him food, but not give him cash (my experience in LA was they’d take the money and use it for alcohol … when normally asked them if they wanted food, they’d turn it down). He said absolutely! And his blue eyes lit up. So, I drove in, got him a full meal with coffee and even dessert, took it back to him … and gave him the $2.00 left over. The look on his face was absolutely priceless. I realized I didn’t do it to make me feel good in an ego kind of way. I realized how lucky I was to have my apartment and friends, family, work, etc., and wanted to share it. I also knew that if I didn’t help this man I’d feel bad the rest of my life. As I pulled out of Arby’s and drove by him to drive home, he waved and smiled with his missing tooth, and it felt perfect! A true, synchronized connected moment full of passion for another human being.

I didn’t know how I was going to pay for coffee at my meeting with a partner the next day.

Later that afternoon, Mom called and asked if I had looked in my purse. “For what?” “Check the inside pocket.” And there … yes, my friend … was a $20 bill.

This all occurred just days before I listened to The Secret interview with Rhonda Byrne. You tell me that something isn’t happening!