Finding home right where we are

Originally appeared on spirituality.com

There was something different about him. Not his appearance—foreign students aren’t uncommon in our Kentucky college town. But something drew me to him. He looked so unhappy.

His bike had a flat tire and he came into our hardware store to buy a new inner tube. As he dug around in his pockets for change, I offered to help with the repair.

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