The other day, I was coming by the funky thrift store, that used to be a church, right down the road from me. I saw a guy with a backpack, carrying a bag, walking near me and I yelled over and asked him if he needed a ride.

He stopped, looked at me, and said yes. Turned out, he was just heading to the town square to meet up with other homeless people, to decide how they were going to spend their night.

I said hey, come to my place, take a shower, eat some food, and we'll talk.

All of that occurred. Then, sitting across me in Daniels chair, was a freshly scrubbed man in clean clothes that he had in his backpack.

I made him a cocktail, or two, got him stoned. He just beamed and we chatted through the evening. I let him sleep in my truck, with the memory foam mattress. He did, gone in the morning...

The simple act of giving someone the space to feel like a human being again, is so valuable.