This is not my usual post, but I want to share something I saw today that touched me deeply.

It was a rainy day. Our car was moving slowly in traffic. Along the highway stood a homeless man with a dog. The man and the dog were just standing there under the rain.
I looked at the dog’s face, and the expression was one of exhaustion. But not the kind of tiredness that comes from walking too much—it was the kind that comes from trying to survive every single day. That same expression was on the man’s face. Both had the look of quiet acceptance—of the struggle to survive.
My heart ached looking at them.
But then the man took out a piece of cloth—the only thing he had—and gently placed it next to the dog. He asked the dog to sit on it, so the dog wouldn’t have to sit on the cold, wet concrete. When the dog sat down, the light briefly touched the man’s face.
That moment broke my heart.
The love, the understanding, and the support between them in that struggle to survive—it was so pure. Seeing the happiness in the man’s face as he looked at the dog brought me to tears. He doesn’t have much, but the little he does have—his blanket—he shared with his best friend, his family: the dog.
This man has a heart bigger than the moon, and he can love with every single inch of it.

Sometimes we get carried away by everyday life. Not every day is bright and happy. We all have our ups and downs. At some point in life, we all need help. Help could be someone listening, sitting next to us, giving advice, or offering any kind of support.

If we are fortunate enough to have help, we need to remember those who aren’t as lucky. We need to remember to offer help and support. No gesture is too small—every bit counts.

P.S. Sorry for the quality of the image.