“There are certain events in your life that you have no idea why they happen. Why did that stranger stop to help you when you dropped your things? Why did your father die from a heart attack? Why did that little girl smile at me on the bus? Why did that man bother to stop and give me a dollar? Why are we, two people on completely opposite sides of life itself, having this conversation right now?”

That is one of the first things Mick said to me. It was true, of course. Why was I here, during every break between my classes, talking to this homeless man? It wasn't for a class project, or study. It wasn't because I had time to spare. I barely had time to spare with all the papers I had to write. But yet, every free moment, and sometimes not free moment I had, I would be sitting here conversing with this man. I wasn't here because he was my age, or because he was much older. He was at in between state, maybe just over the hill, if he even was. His face was wrinkled and weathered from his habitat. I was here because I wanted to be.