I pulled my car to the spot where the text on my phone showed the homeless man would wait for me. The text came from a friend (homeless himself) who is staying at a shelter. It seems my friend met this man sleeping in a bathroom and stumbled upon him, startling him the other day.
I stepped from my seat, the chill of the damp weather reminding me I should have grabbed a sweater. This frail, older man now peeked at me from the corner of the park building and was wrapped in a small blanket that whipped in the gusts.
I walked up, “Hey there, are you Paul?” (Not his real name.)
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