This year my family spent the Thanksgiving holiday in Portland, Ore. and one of our rituals is a mandatory stop at the downtown Voodoo Doughnuts. This time we took my dad and brother and his kids for their first time indulging in the glorious odd pastry offerings.
When we left I noticed my dad had a dozen extra that I found out were intended to give to the homeless camped out around that area of town. The grandkids got an extra treat that day as they witness Papa loving the often overlooked, through a gentle life of kindness.