a guy we've seen before in the park, shuffling with a stiff leg and drip on his nose, carrying his things, who i was a little wary of either for his sake or ours. mister thought he should greet him this time. 
i watched them with a smile that grew when i saw his green eyes moisten and he spoke real softly, saying one like this one saved me from drowning almost in a whisper.
often i'm grateful and glad when mister takes the chance.