I Helped a Homeless Man Fix His Shoes Outside a Church, 10 Years Later, a Policeman Came to My House with His Photo
It was one of those bitter January afternoons when the cold felt like it was slicing right through you, no matter how many layers you wore. I had just finished my errands—groceries, dry cleaning—and I was on my way home when something pulled me toward St. Peter’s Church. Maybe it was the peaceful quiet of the church, a place of calm amidst the usual rush of life. I didn’t know then, but that visit was about to change two lives forever. As I climbed the stone steps of the church,