On my way to work each day, I cross a park where there is a homeless man that has become a fixture of that spot. He is always there with his “I am a homeless Vet” sign.
Every day I would smile, hand him $2, say good morning and be on my way. Last week, he wasn’t there. I looked every day as I walked to work and he still wasn’t there. Yesterday, I turned the corner and my unknown friend was back. I walked up to him and greeted him. I told him I was worried about his disappearance. He looked at me shocked and with a tear in his eye, he said: “I didn’t think anyone cared!” I told him I did.
I met a new friend. His name is Robert. He is a Vet, homeless and a person. – Richard