As my friend Jerry Craddock and I started to hand out sleeping bags, a crowd of homeless men quickly gathered. The excitement on a cold day was something that could be felt as the temperature outside was at a low 36.
One of the men who walked up was a little slower than the others in his step. He looked to be about 60 and was without gloves or even a blanket. He told us that he badly needed both.
We gave him a new pair of gloves that were given to me to specifically hand out to the homeless. We then gave him a sleeping bag and you could see the relief fall over his face as he knew he would be warm tonight.
“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?” ― Ernest Hemingway