I have been waiting to find someone to give my envelope to but the first week I never came upon someone who looked like they could use a little help. Then, last Saturday, I took a different route to church and, lo and behold, there was a man and his daughter, standing at the off-ramp of 285 to Kipling. While others were in the far lane, I drove right up to the two of them. I gave him the envelope and said, "This is a love offering from my church. I do not know how much money is in the envelope but it is for you." He smiled and said, "We are blessed. Thank you."