The Shoe Man A “Soul” Touching Life Lesson     I showered and shaved………….. I adjusted my tie. I got there and sat………….. In a pew just in time. Bowing my head in prayer……… As I closed my eyes.. I saw the shoe of the man next to me….. Touching my own. I sighed. With plenty of room on either side…… I thought, ‘Why must our soles touch?’ It bothered me, his shoe touching mine… But it didn’t bother him much. A prayer began : ‘Our Father’…………. I thought, ‘This man with the shoes, has no pride. They’re dusty, worn, and scratched. Even worse, there are holes on the side!’…