Went to meet a good friend for lunch at DQ. We were talking about everything, and ended up talking about church. There was a guy there close to us cleaning up tables and stuff, but didn't have a uniform on. He had cerebral palsy, but very capable, but you could tell it when I first saw him. He got close to us cleaning, he was with a county work program, and overhead us. He walked up and asked if he could talk to us. We sit there for about 20 minutes just listening to him. He talked about not having anyone, feeling useless because of having to live in the home he was in (for people with issues like him), and how he'd had thoughts of killing himself. We took the opportunity to explain to him that he matters, and he wasn't useless because God still has him here. It was just awesome watching his whole demeanor change as we talked to him. I've met this friend at other times at KFC, but today we both said DQ. God knew we'd be there, he'd be there, and he'd hear us, and we would all be a help to each other. IDK, I just love when moments like that happen, makes me happy.