Dear Anonymous,
The first thing he did as folks gathered, hungry for socks and coffee cards and any warm clothing and hand warmers, was to thrust a photo in front of me of his two babies. And then showed me on the cracked screen of his phone more recent images. They are gorgeous. And my heart buckles just a bit. On the street because he failed financially, he says. Got jumped and beat with a pipe. No one would stop and help, he says. The other guys say, 'Everybody is too afraid.'
Working last month, this month on the street. With photos of his babies in his pocket.
Neck warmer, blanket, coffee card and socks helped.
The way he wanted me to see those babies before anything else...