12/23/11 - 8:35am
There was no eye contact; in fact I could hardly see his eyes under the hoodie he was wearing. "My life doesn't count for much." He looked despondently at the Christmas gift that I had secured for my wife. I interviewed him for another 15 minutes. Do you have family, where do you live, where have you worked? Every answer had a short dead end. At the end of 35 minutes he said, "I got to go." I gave him some benevolence cash and he said thanks without a smile.