I did not see hope.

I did not see fear, but was it because there was nothing to fear or no respect for life?

I did not see a city.

I did not see the "haves"

So, I asked a guy (not standing in line for free food) if I could take a picture of him. He said nothing. I said I wanted to capture the steam coming up from his coffee. He liked that idea.
"Sure, I got it just a minute ago." I snapped the picture and commented on how cold it was. I asked him if he was warm enough.
"No problem. I'm an old pro at this game." He pointed at the soup line. "After the line goes down I'll grab some food for my buddies that can't walk up here."
"What do you mean" I asked?
"Oh. I got some Vets under the bridge and they can't make it."

I didn't see any holes in his hands, but he was the closest thing I saw to Jesus that morning.