Yesterday in my post, I mentioned having seen a homeless gentleman at a fast food restaurant. He was eating his "meal" – an order of fries and a glass of water.
Off and on throughout today, my thoughts kept going back to this gentleman. I wondered about where he had slept last night. Was it at the local shelter? Was it in hiding under some bush or behind a building or a darkened doorway? Was he able to find something to eat this morning? I don’t know the answers to any of those questions – or to any of the numerous other questions I had regarding him today. (more…)