“It’s like he came back to me. I couldn’t believe it.”
João had been living on the streets for three years before he walked into a barbershop asking for a razor so he could trim his beard.
“I needed to know what friends he wanted to come to his party so I could send invites. He said two names, but said they weren’t allowed to come. I didn’t understand. He turned around, at 10-years-old, and said one had told him their mom doesn’t like him and they can’t play with him.”
“‘You did your good deed for the day!’ Really, it was her sweet words and warmth that touched my heart.”
“His hands and lips were purple.”
“If one sees another person in a difficult situation, it is our job to help them out.”
“What do I owe this man who is a complete stranger to me? If he’s lonely, is it up to me to entertain him? If he’s sad, is it on me to make him happy? And If I were a man out for a run, would he have stopped me and spoke to me in the same angry manner?”