My favorite story to tell of someone happened a few years ago. I had gone to a concert at a local club with my now ex, and after a fight, I stepped outside to calm down and have a cigarette. It was pouring rain, so only a few of us were huddled under the overhang. A homeless man was asking everyone who passed by for spare change, but most everyone ignored him or gave him dirty looks.
We started talking about life, which helped me forget about the fight. I ended up giving him the last few dollars in my pocket. In turn, he took off the poncho he was wearing and gave it to me so I wouldn't get soaked during my walk back to the car. He used my change to buy a slice of pizza. I still think about him all the time.
My favorite story to tell of someone happened a few years ago. I had gone to a concert at a local club with my now ex, and after a fight, I stepped outside to calm down and have a cigarette. It was pouring rain, so only a few of us were huddled under the overhang. A homeless man was asking everyone who passed by for spare change, but most everyone ignored him or gave him dirty looks.
We started talking about life, which helped me forget about the fight. I ended up giving him the last few dollars in my pocket. In turn, he took off the poncho he was wearing and gave it to me so I wouldn't get soaked during my walk back to the car. He used my change to buy a slice of pizza. I still think about him all the time.