Sunday morning after leaving Walmart to grab a few things for breakfast, there was this homeless guy standing on the corner. We decided to give him all of the change inside of the cupholder. Since I was in the passenger seat, it was my job to do the handing off. Skeptical, I reached my hand outta the window to give him the change. When he took the money outta my hand his hand touched mine. His hand was so soft, softer than anything I’ve ever touched. Like a cloud. He said “Thank you. God bless you.” I could’ve sworn he was an Angel.