a man of who walked past me at first and then turned and called after me. i stopped and looked into his sad eyes.
he told me he had just been released from prison. he said it quietly as his head hung down in shame.
i asked him what he needed. “six dollars for a bus ticket. i want to go home,” he told me.
i gave him a twenty. it was all i had on me.
he stared at the bill for a little while and then he thanked me, his voice filled with awe.
i grabbed his hand and i told him i hoped this was the first day of beautiful things going 