The Old Woman and The Man with Itchy Feet

Today I was walking to the ATM and saw this man sitting on the side of the bank. He looked rather normal but potentially a vagrant. But, he had his feet exposed and was scratching them. My first thoughts: 1) his feet look gross 2) why does this crazy man have he feet out in public and why is he scratching them incessantly in public. I took a double take as I walked passed him to the ATM, and had to stop myself from beginning to stare. Anyway, as I waited for the person in front of me. A nice women came along and asked the man what was the problem with his feet and did he use anything to put on them.

Her - Do you put foot powder on anything on your feet
Him - the doctor's can't fix them
Her - do you have any powder on anything?
Him - No
Her - you wait right here and I will go get you something

She left, presumably to go to the CVS down the block to buy the man something for his feet.
I was so struck by the women's ability to stop and talk to the man and have concern for his foot problems (no stop and stare, or judge him in her head, or walk by in disapproval or indifference). That made me smile, like I had seen something supernatural. A little act of God. I was convicted that the only thing I cared to do was stair and walk by, and think about how gross his feet were. This women made me happy though, because I was in awe of her, because I thought, "that is what Jesus must be like." The type of person to stop on the road and meet peoples needs, immediately, when everyone else just walks by.