This is how things went. I could not decide who to give the jar too. So I wrote down my choices, and put them in a cup. Then I pulled one out and it said Denny’s restaurant. Sometimes, I give the jar to a member of the wait staff. I went to Denny’s and gave the jar to the waiter. He was very appreciative. I not sure he understood everything. After he took my order, I saw a veteran sitting in a booth by himself. He looked to be in his seventies or eighties. I heard a voice say pay for his breakfast. I tried to push it out of my thoughts, but the voice came back and said to pay for his breakfast. I gave the man twenty dollars and he looked at me with tears in his eyes. I thought okay, God that is why you sent me to Denny’s today. Too help the both of them.

—Anonymous