Frigid temperatures.

He sat outside on
stacked crates.

The establishment had no
issue allowing him in
to use its facilities.

He was known to several
regular customers
—kind words, smiles exchanged.

One day, when he was inside,
he discovered ‘something.’

He did NOT announce,
“Look, look at me,
look what I’m doing.”
No, he quietly turned over
his findings to the barista.

A man came running in, shaking—
His wallet returned.

This gentle ‘giant’ of a man

“He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother,” Wally.

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