Dear Anonymous,
He has bright aqua eyes that disappear in the crinkled folds of his endearing and disarming smile. He makes it clear to me that though he is struggling, he is getting a place. An apartment. And soon he says he won't be on the streets like this. He has a job but got laid off back in March and hopes to be able to be rehired.He's having trouble making any ends meet at all.
He is hesitant to take too much of the resources. Won't take any clothing because he can get that elsewhere he tells me. But he is clumping around in a pair of oversized and cracked heavy leather and rubber boots. He lit up when the sneakers arrived.
'My feet are a mess.'
Mostly he wanted to thank you. He wanted to thank whoever Dear Anonymous is. He is really grateful, and a bit stunned.
The last thing he says is 'When I get back on my feet, I want to give back. This has helped.'
Prayers for his sore and painful feet.Thanks, Dear Anonymous.