Two Moments that Rocked My View of Love

Back hunched against the brick wall. Arms folded over his knees. Hood of a faded black coat pulled over his head, blocking out the blustering wind and perhaps something more.A faint voice. A request I almost didn’t hear. I turned, my hand already on my car door handle. “I’m sorry?”This time, his eyes spoke first. “Excuse me, ma’am, can you help me out with some change?”...more