For a bright, sunny Sunday afternoon, I was surprised that The Washington National Cathedral and its grounds weren’t more crowded. As I was preparing to depart the beautifully manicured lawn with Old Glory waving ever so slowly to the rhythm of the gentle breeze, I noticed this very old woman reading all by herself, sitting haphazardly in a wheelchair along the walkway, as if someone just left her there. You might say she was at a “crossroads” with no direction. As I approached, and not to startle her, I leaned down slowly and wished her a wonderful day. She smiled in a way that showed I made her day, but what she didn’t know is that she made mine.