On the way home, Nolan simply said, “He looked lonely, Dad.” That hit me deep. He didn’t overthink it—he just gave what he had. That night, I realized how often I’d been too consumed by my own burdens to notice someone else’s. Nolan reminded,
me that compassion doesn’t require much—just presence, and a willingness to share. Now, every Friday, we go back for milkshakes. They always give us two straws—just in case someone needs one.