Homeless But Not Hopeless

There’s something not quite right about the crooked set of his jaw, but unless he told you it was built of titanium you’d never know it…I must have walked past him and the kitten three or four times that weekend…This time I stopped, happy to be still and rest. I sat on the cardboard “help” sign in front of her, scratched her white and orange chin, tossed some coins into her bed, and asked James where she came from. That started a conversation that changed my life forever.