One of the earliest, if not most striking, demonstrations of compassion I recall took place soon after my seventh birthday, when a rabbi and a reverend marched together toward justice alongside other faith leaders.
Indeed, as we learn later, Graham used to be a reverend until his wife died in what to him felt like such a random and meaningless accident, that he gave up on his faith.
Chris was standing in food lines, and the reverend couldn't help but notice him, because there were countless homeless single mothers, but he was the only single father.