Busy day.  Finally faced the music and scheduled my investigative mammogram.  Have been putting it off.  So silly.

I was reminded this evening what a gift life is and how blessed I am when I met up with a local character that whittles walking sticks and sells them as his income.  All he wanted was a little money for a warm bed for the night (it's going to be below freezing) and a hot meal.  He thinks I was doing him a favor by buying the walking stick but it was entirely the other way around.  I was thrilled to finally have a piece of his work after passing him in the park while he was working so many times.  

He treated us to several songs (including 'Knock on Wood'), a sermon about life and how blessed we are and when I took his picture he bowed his head in the photo in gratitude for being put in the right place at the right time to receive his 'gift' for the night.