The man looked lost in the post office lobby. I asked him what he wanted. Stamps? Mail a letter? He looked about and said softly, “I best go now.” He turned toward the steps. I walked beside him. A van, a woman in the driver’s seat, waited. I helped him with his seatbelt. She asked him, “Did you get Christmas stamps?” The man may have shrugged, I’m not sure. Good fortune was with us. I had a few of the new Christmas stamps. “Here,” I said, “Don’t forget these.” The man may have smiled, I’m not sure, but I did.