Yesterday, I was approached by a homeless man who was dirty, sad, and wearing a ripped shirt and no shoes. He asked for $20, and when I handed him $50, he responded, “Thank you so much! ”
“Take care of yourself, I yelled. But he didn’t look away from me; instead, a smile spread across his face.”
“Don’t you remember me?” he questioned.
“I’m Ross, and we attended high school together.”
“I watched him. Dear God! Ross, I recall that you and I once fought, and you won, but another time you protected me from a man who was about to strike me! What happened to you?”