I wonder…Does he wake at night in the throes of fighting a war long past? Or gripped in the cruel hands of an addiction? Did he loose a loved one and that turned him down a bitter path? Does he hear voices that make him shake with fear at what they ask of him? Or did he just lose a job and could never find his way back? Certainly the little boy he once was didn’t aspire to be one of the ‘homeless’ when he grew up…
I try not to turn my face away although that’s not easy…his pain frightens me. Maybe a kind smile, a bottle of water, a pair of warm socks…maybe that will give him a bit of humanity back again? I don’t know what will truly help…and the question haunts me.