I Helped a Homeless Man Fix His Shoes Outside a Church, 10 Years Later, a Policeman Came to My House with His Photo
It was one of those sharp January afternoons when the cold seemed to cut through every layer, reaching straight to your bones. I had just finished running errands—groceries, dry cleaning—when I found myself standing outside St. Peter’s Church. Something drew me there, perhaps the need for some quiet amid the chaos. I never imagined that…