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 bitterly cold January afternoons when the wind felt like it could cut right through you, no matter how many layers you wore. The kind of cold that chilled you to your bones. I had just finished running some errands—picking up groceries, dropping off dry cleaning—and decided to stop by St. Peter’s Church. Something about the quiet of the place seemed like just what I needed. I didn’t know it at the time, but this small decision would change two lives forever. As I made my