On our family trip two weeks back to California to see our friend graduate, we spent an afternoon on the boardwalk on Venice Beach. A couple dozen yards or so away I saw a man holding something up with one hand and holding his his other hand out as people just passed him by. I’m in the habit of handing a dollar or two to people who appear to be homeless, and I reached down to see that I had some singles at the ready. As he came near me, I saw he was wearing dog tags, and the thing he was holding up was some kind of veteran’s ID card. He asked for $2, telling me that it was all he needed to go buy lunch, and said that he was a Vietnam vet. Almost at a loss for words, I handed him the $2, and said, “thanks for serving.” He kindly responded, “you’re the first person ever to say that to me.” This seemed an appropriate story to share with you today.