There is a homeless man I pass at least once a week as I walk to work in the mornings. On my way home one day, I noticed his pants had somehow gotten ripped up and you could see straight through them. Without saying a word, I walked over to a nearby store, bought a pair of comfortable pants and also a small bag of chocolates for him. I figured he must get food at the shelter he sleeps at every night, but I doubt he has had a sweet treat in a long time. He was very grateful for both gifts.