.there's a man in my room

My bed is now occupied by a sleeping guy named Alex. I know him from theatre class. Today I was called from the CASA office for a "rez emergency". I found out that the emergency was Alex, who lives on the fourth floor. He has severed a ligament in his knee and basically can't walk. Let alone make it to the fourth floor. He injured himself after office hours closed, so a guest room couldn't be found. So, he is staying in the first floor with me tonight. I got him two bags of frozen corn so he can ice his leg. He's quite friendly. I'm grateful that God dumped this injured guy in my bed...rarely does one get the opportunity to fulfill a need so easily.