No homeless in Tonga

James and I were walking to the ATM. A dishelved hopeless looking older man sat stewn on the sidewalk ten yards away. He had no shoes on his tattered feet. He looked sad and exhausted.. hot maybe hungry. My heart sank when I saw him. He did not ask for money he just sat quietly radiating sadness.

James and I have made a habit of trying to give thoughtful gifts to people in need, in the US so many are addicted to drugs we hesitate giving out cash. A bottle of water, some fruit, a meal or blanket are better gifts. But here in Tonga they say there are no homeless there are no drugs maybe some alcohol but nothing like the problems we see in the US. 

As my heart was bleeding for this sad man my inspired husband withdrew money from the ATM. He kept a 10 dollar bill out. As we walked by the man he handed it to the man. This moment is forever ingrained in my memory because the man reached up to take the money but at the same time turned his face to ground to ashamed to look in James eyes or even whisper a thank you. He was so humbled every motion and movement in his body radiated it but he also needed help so he took it dispute it tearing his soul in two. I was overcome by emotion and I wept, emotion overwhelmed me of the scene I just witnessed and emotion because of a memory that surfaced of before we were married my husband jumping up during a inappropriate scene on tv and flipping the tv off. That is who I married a man who has prompting and reacts despite the judgement of others. A man that has deep compassion and kindness. I think my devotion grew in that very moment and my feelings of love for his and to God expanded. I am grateful to a God who gave us the holy Ghost a discerning spirit to help us know what to do in this life.