I stopped by the bank before heading home for dinner and
noticed a homeless man in the corner staying out of the rain. He was hiding. He was ashamed. He was not harassing anyone. He simply just wanted a little place to live,
to exist, to breath. I shared my olive
bread with him from Acme. Bread I loved,
fresh baked. It felt good to offer this,
offer something I took delight in. It
felt really good to have something to offer.
I am glad I saw him. He was in
the dark corner quietly bobbing his head back and forth. He is a young adult male.
