My beautiful sister Julie is blessed with the "love chromosome." When she was five she was at the grocery store with our mom. A homeless man entered the door wearing a dirty, wrinkled, old trench coat. He was unshaven and disheveled. His hair was so greasy that it stuck in clumps. He probably smelled too, but Mom was not going to get close enough to find out. She thought how unnecessary this was as her town had one of the best Rescue Missions in the country. "At least get some clean clothes and take a shower!" she thought. While checking out Mom took Julie out of the cart. Julie took off like a shot towards the man with both both arms outstretched. He bent down and picked Julie up as she nestled into his disgustingly dirty neck. Mom panicked thinking he would harm Julie and rushed to the man grabbing Julie back and saying (not so nicely) "this is my child!" What happened next is burned into Mom's mind forever. The man looked at her with tears rolling down his filthy cheek. "Lady", he said, "I cant tell you the last time somebody wanted to hold me". You see, Mom saw a man and she judged him. Julie saw a need and she hugged it.