Last night on the way home from grabbing dinner, I glanced out my window and saw a homeless man sitting on the ground shining his shoes to beautiful perfection. I then felt an array of emotions. First amusement, then irony, sadness and finally, understanding. I rarely see a homeless person take pride in or value anything apart from the bag that holds their cans. Perhaps his mind was lost and he was in another time shining his shoes, I don't know but it made me happy to see it nonetheless. Even someone who has nearly nothing can have a determination to keep one thing that shines.