You were the Regular Joe in line with the rest of us at the 7-Eleven on Dyer Road in Santa Ana. As a homeless man was shuffling past us all to get in line, you told the clerk to add his coffee and doughnuts to your total. While juggling his walker and cardboard sign, he tried to pay you with the change he had scrounged up; you politely declined and proceeded to have a human conversation with the old fella. Humanity was restored in my mind once again, and I was reminded that Regular Joes make the world go round.
