A homeless man outside

I found a homeless man outside my door when I got back this morning. He was sleeping on the ground with his back against the door. I didn’t know what to do cause I couldn’t get in without him noticing.

But then I thought about his situation and I really felt for him, this poor man sitting there. Me and him, I’ve got everything and if I don’t have it I’ll get it tomorrow and he…homeless, dirty, wearing rags. It’s like black and white, night and day. So I sat down on the ground next to him and whispered ‘Hi. I’m Michel.’ He woke up and looked at me like who the hell are you.

I smiled.

‘Are you going to call the police?’
‘No, not at all. Are you tired?’

That’s how it started and then, after about twenty minutes I invited him to my apartment and we had lunch together. He told me about his life and why he ended up homeless, about his kids and parents, when he was a kid and his first love.

Before he left I let him take a shower and he got some of my clothes instead of his dirty rags.

I really hope he can get back to where he was one day. My heart is for him tonight.

Huggies and kisses
/Michel