Losing Everything
During the winter, I keep a supply of warm hats in my car to give to homeless people. Just as I parked my car to go into Macy's yesterday, a homeless person walked right in front of me. I asked if he wanted a hat. He said yes. His name was Jessie and we talked for a few minutes. He told me of a homeless man across the street named Cory who told him he had lost his hat.
When I left the parking lot it was getting dark. I saw a nice looking man holding up a sign in the 30- degree weather. I wondered what his story could be. Cory did not look as worn down and beaten by the streets as most of the homeless people I meet. I pointed to a parking spot and yelled over to him, across the traffic, to meet me there. As he approached, he looked sad, but wholesome - out of place on the streets. I told him I heard from Jessie that he had lost his hat. He smiled, and told me that he had just lost it today. I handed him a knitted cap,...