There is a homeless man in my neighborhood that I can say without any doubt is chronically homeless, he will die on the streets. Actually, I'm surprised he's still alive. He has long white hair, and beard, he's filthy and his shopping cart and what few possessions he has are filthy. He smells of urine, and you can smell him from 30 feet away. He's always muttering to himself. He is completely disconnected from reality. If he's on the sidewalk, I walk across the street. I just don't know if coming near him will set him off.
This morning I was out for a walk, and I stepped off the sidewalk into the street to avoid walking right by him. As I scurried past him, I turned to see what he was doing.
He was feeding the sparrows.
