A Different Life

I have wanted a picture of this man for years. Every night he sleeps on these steps. Sometimes if I wake up early enough I run him some bread and cheese and leave it on the steps by him.

If I am honest, he is not very nice. He yells at me if he is awake and I try to give him anything, he has thrown things back at me, but I know that he is homeless and he is hungry - even if he is proud.

I understand. I am proud. I can't seem to learn how to ask for help, or accept it when it's offered. I have just been incredibly blessed to this point to not have it so dramatically affect my life that I am sleeping on steps.

I don't know how to help him, but to love him in any way that I can. I guess that's what we all need.