Caring 😌

I finished work at almost 1 am tonight and started walking the mile home.

On the way, I came across a homeless man walking in the same direction.

He asked if I had a moment to talk.

Instead of brushing him off, I listened to what he said.

He thanked me for not ignoring him and asked how I was doing.

We chatted for a bit, and I found out that he came to Nashville from Memphis last year, lost his job just before Christmas, and became homeless.

Then, on Christmas Day, his remaining belongings and his sleeping spot a dumpster off 2nd Avenue—were destroyed in the bombing.

I realised his year was way more challenging than mine, so I decided to help him.

We walked for a half mile in the wrong direction to the nearest gas station.

I gave him all my cash, about $50, and told him to get anything he wanted.

He returned with three glasses of water, 2 Gatorades, a banana, an apple, and all the change from the money I gave him.

He didn’t bug me for more money, didn’t use the cash to buy drugs or alcohol, and refused the leftover change.

All he wanted was someone to talk to.

If you come across a highly tall, bald, black man walking around downtown Nashville wearing a worn down, brown suede coat and blue Memphis tiger gloves, say hi to him.

His name is Kevin, and he said that’s all he wants.