Sharing crumbs

There is a beggar I sometimes see near Syntagma Square in Athens.  He sits on the pavement, knees drawn up, face hidden on his knees so all one can see is the back of his curly head and an outstretched hand.  Sleeping or too embarrassed to show his face, it's hard to tell.  I sometimes give him something--when I can I prefer to give food rather than money.   There's a McDonald's nearby where I sometimes buy a snack or a hot coffee for him or others like him I come across, but the other day when I had seen him in his usual spot I happened to have more time so I went some distance to buy him a proper hot meal: roast chicken, rice, a bar of chocolate for dessert.
As I returned to the square with his meal I saw him from the trolley window.  He was sitting up, eating some bread.  He had broken some of the bread up into little crumbs and was tossing them to the pigeons that had gathered at his feet.  I was moved to see that despite his poverty he still shared the little he had with other hungry creatures. When I gave him the bag with the meal I told him that God would bless him for his kindness.  It was true on that day at least, he gave breadcrumbs and got a hot meal in return.  And I was more blessed than words can tell, privileged to have been used by Providence to repay a poor man's big-hearted gesture.