Steven was one of the first people we met when hitting the streets. He is very kind, thoughtful, and articulate. As his sign says, he is never drunk or high, but homeless and hungry. The next time I saw him I called him by his name and his eyes lit up. Who knows how long it has been since someone remembered his name and addressed him with it. We have seen Steven four times now and the last time when I reached out to shake his hand, he pulled me in for a hug. A HUG !!! Made my day !
Steven
Stephen was the first stranger I opened up to since being released from DOC. The man reminded me so much of my late father I decided to get to know him. I began by bringing a little something to grub on. Didn’t matter what I brought he was very appreciative and super polite. We got to talking and found we knew a few of the same people. The man is one of a dying breed. I hope everything turns out well with his current maladies. Fingers crossed folks. It kinda sickened me to see how his campground was demolished by those we both helped that were residing in the area and he called friend. Guess thats what he would call part of the game..and GOOD SHOT!!. What a world.
I miss my bud…