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 biting January afternoons when the cold seemed to seep through every layer, cutting down to your very bones. I had just finished running errands—groceries, dry cleaning—when I decided to stop by St. Peter’s Church. Something drew me there, perhaps the need for quiet reflection amidst life’s noise. Little did I…