Sharing is a Blessing

I just cycled home with a bag full of groceries on the eve of the greatest event in Christianity, the Resurrection of the Christ.
Just a couple of metres away from home a beggar with his trolley checked a dustbin for deposits.
It touched my heart to see a brother living this way in wealthy Germany and rich Frankfurt with Easter upon us.
He had already passed when I decided to stop and open my wallet to give him 10 Euros.
So I cycled back to him and asked the obvious question: "Are you looking for deposits?"
"Yes", he replied.
"Well, I do not have bottles with me, but I would like to give you 10 Euros."
"That would help me a lot. Thank you very much."
And then there was I moment when I realised that I had held 5 Euros back that I had left in my wallet. "What is my gain by saving this 5 Euros from giving?" was the next thought crossing my mind. I felt incomplete but tried to push the thought away, said "goodbye and happy Easter" and intended to finally cycle home.
But the humbleness, sincerity and gratitude of this brother broke my walls of being reasonable and protecting my heart. I could not feel a sense of completion by just having given money. I could not escape with a financial buy-out! I had to experience a much deeper and more meaningful connection.
So one more time I returned and approached him. I did not dare to offer him my place to stay overnight but the thought to invite him for Easter breakfast tomorrow at home had shaped in my mind and felt good. Hence I asked him: "May I ask you a question?"
He was surprised to see me again and allowed me to ask my question.
Actually it was not a question: "I would like to invite you for Easter breakfast at my place."
Now he was definitely more surprised than before and thanked me a couple of times.
I told him my name, where I live, shook hands with him and asked him which time would be best for him.
He answered "10 am" but then a hesitation or doubt arose in his mind which made him say that he cannot guarantee to show up.
"That is fine for me. It is an invitation, not an obligation."
So I wished him a good night and finally cycled home.
Immediately on my way I had a feeling how blessed I was by having such an opportunity to invite a homeless brother for Easter breakfast. The blessing was overwhelming and I felt gratitude that my deluded consciousness of separation and selfishness seems to heal and be back on the path of sanity. Otherwise I would not feel such a wonderful effect.
I do not know if he will show up tomorrow. But now he knows he was seen, accepted and appreciated by a stranger.
His self-esteem seems to be broken by something.
But he does not belong to the streets. If so, then only as a Saint. I can tell that this man has the potential to be one of the next holy ones returning to our real home and ending this endless quest and pilgrimage.
If he shows up tomorrow I will ask him what had happened to him and that I do believe in him and his liberation. I will use any gift I am blessed with in his service. He is a Saint giving me such an blissful opportunity to overcome the illusion of separation.
And I will share the depths of the Dharma with him, see the Christ in him, invite him to the next Landmark Forum and pay for him.
Without any doubt, he would reach out for the Sky.
The days of pain are already numbered, and the reign of suffering is coming to an end.
Happy Easter, happy Resurrection of the Christ!