In 2013 I Met a Homeless, Drug-Addicted Ex-Con; Now He’s My Co-Author
Anderson lived with his father for the first time and realized, “My daddy got a little care about me.”
Anderson lived with his father for the first time and realized, “My daddy got a little care about me.”
How could such gut-wrenching stories have resulted in such a magical performance?
Nearly everyone had an avoidance tactic. They turned their heads away or looked straight ahead, as though I were invisible.
Regret is one of my least favorite feelings. In a few minutes I would be switching trains, and the opportunity to help this stranger on a train would soon expire . . .