My travel companions and I awoke one morning to find ourselves in Fort Bragg, California. Unbeknownst to us, we had landed in the home of one of the most famous glass beaches. Millions of particles of glass, leftover from an industrial area a few miles up the coast, have been tossed and turned in the tumultuous waves, sanded to a glossy perfection. As vast as the ocean is, it's really quite miraculous that so much glass is accumulated in one spot.


While searching around for hidden gems, we met Kevin, a homeless man who, without agenda, kindly showed us to an even larger glass beach. We chatted about his life and our trip, and we eventually invited him to have lunch with us. As we ate sandwiches on the sidewalk, it didn't seem like charity, it didn't seem like we were sacrificing to help the needy, it wasn't some emotional life changing experience. It was having lunch with a new friend. As vast as the world is, it's really quite miraculous that the four of us, just for one day, accumulated in one spot.