Cashlyn's Heart for the Homeless

I rounded the corner into the kitchen tonight, loaded for bear. As usual, Cashlyn and I got home from the barn after 9 pm. I had asked her to eat quickly and get ready for bed. Instead, she was stuffing a plastic bag. Quite rudely, I'm ashamed to say, I snatched up the bag and ordered her to get ready for bed. Then I realized what she was doing. We pass a homeless man nearly every morning on our way to school. He has a dog. We always give him a couple of dollars. On the mornings that he's on the