“I don’t have a mortgage or pay rent. If I don’t like the view out my front window, I can just go someplace else. I have everything I need.”
I had given him a few brochures about shelters for the homeless and cards for people to help him find a job. He handed them back and asked why I felt such a need to turn him into a person like me.
Look, I’m just trying to help my fellow man.
Funny, as I waited for my town to be rebuilt after Ian, I saw his trailer in an abandon lot.
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