“Sir, welcome to Nashville – where are you from and are you a Christian,” he said to me in a slightly panicked voice as if he were afraid I’d walk away before he could finish his question. I smiled, “Yes… are you?”
He then said to me, “If you saw someone who was homeless who hasn’t eaten in days, would you help them?” I told him that I would and then asked him to point that person out to me.
“Could I please have a dollar,” he asked. “Here’s a dollar, where are you from,” I inquired with curiosity as it seems as if no one is actually from Nashville. He told me, “Shelbyville, Tennessee – about two hours from here.”