When I bought coffee for a homeless man, I had no idea that it would start a chain of events that would change my life forever. I was waiting at the airport for my flight to meet Kathy’s parents for the first time. It was a normal morning.

I was sitting in a small coffee shop when I saw a messy man walk in and ask people for extra change. I was surprised by how nice and humble he was when he came up to me. It was his birthday, so he asked for money to buy a cup of Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee. I chose to buy him coffee and even added a slice of cake to the order because of something about him that spoke to me.

He told me that he had lost everything—his home, his job, and his family—as soon as we sat down. I was touched by how honest and strong he was. I wished him a happy birthday and gave him $100 before we left.