He called me his angel. Since I was 2 years old, I faithfully gave this man a dollar on my way to school every morning. When I would lose a tooth the dollar would go to him. He had his own special savings account in my heart. I remember saying “yea mom hes going to move from that spot with all the money I give him and get a big house and a nice family!”
As I look back at this photo he did move, he told me that he “rather be in jail” than live his life. I was dazed. I thought my dollars would be enough for him to start to make a change, see that this world still has some life left in it, that some people did care.
I fell in love with him, In love with him because he gave me hope.A different kind of love, It’s hard to explain. Yes I’m sure we would never be together. But this homeless man has my heart.
I still want to make a believer out of him. He’s in jail now, and I plan on visiting him.
But I don’t even know his name.