This morning on my way to work, I saw........

....... a homeless man, slumped over, pushing a shopping cart full of his belongings. As I drove by, he came up to a house with two flags flying, an American flag, and a Prisoners of War flag. He pulled himself up in a rigid, prideful stance that could only have come from years in the military. His age suggested Vietnam veteran. He saluted with such pride, and a tear rolled down his cheek.

I cried too.