When I told my young son about the homeless project I was working on, I could see his wheels spinning. He seemed to have a hard time understanding a concept so far removed from his day-to-day reality. But it took no time at all for him to disappear into his room and emerge with a handful of change he had rounded up. When I later gave Gabe’s gift to a homeless man I’d grown to trust, the 60-year-old man was moved to tears. I couldn’t be more proud.
