“Do you have any spare change?”
“I don’t but can I give you this bag? It’s a scarf, a hat, gloves, you aren’t wearing gloves, socks, other things.”
(nodding quickly) “yeah”
"I’m Lorae. What’s your name? What’s your story?"
“I’m Tory, and I’m just a homeless man.”
"How did you get here?"
“I was in jail, and they let me out.”
I sat down on the ground with Tory as he put on the hat, and I opened the gloves and asked if he would put them on. Then he told me he needed boots.
“I don’t have any boots right now, but there are two pairs of socks in there”
In the brisk weather of that day, his beaming face warmed my heart and entire body.
I told him that there were two pairs and that he could double up. He said “Okay I’m going to go into the alley way so I can put these on. Thank you.”
He left and I can surely say that someone hurrying to leave me never felt as good as it did in that moment. I saw Tory about thirty minutes later and he pulled up his pants legs to show me his socks.