A friend of mine and I were enjoying brunch today at a local restaurant. We enjoy each other's company and spend most of our time talking Catholic, anything Catholic. As we were busy chatting, and our time together began at 10:30 AM and ended at 1 PM, our waitress came up and said that our check had been paid, and she nodded to the rough looking gentleman behind us, wearing a leather Harley jacket, accompanied by his, obviously, adored little girl. They got ready to leave and my friend asked him if he had paid our bill. He smiled and said. "Yes," and he walked out the door. We tried to thank him, but he walked very quickly. God blessed us in that moment with the gentleman's kindness.