The Great American Tragedy:  Homelessness

We are not all created equal.  Homeless people like my son and myself find joy in the smallest of things. A smile with actual eye contact means a flicker of light beyond what we hope for. Just keep breathing I tell him, just keep breathing son.

 

 

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