Last night I saw a man that we would probably all classify as "different". He was shabbily dressed but not so much that he appeared homeless. The way his shoulders moved when he talked gave the impression that maybe he was "challenged". I stood behind him when the music started and even from several feet behind him, I could tell that he was singing along. His head swayed from left to right with the melody. The way he pumped his arms, palms up, with the emphasis of the song.... Something about him touched my heart. He was losing himself in pure adoration.