I Always Gave a Few Dollars to a Homeless Man on My Way to Work — on Christmas Eve, He Said, ‘Don’t Go Home Today…There’s Something You Don’t Know!’

The second week, I found a dollar in my bag and dropped it into his Styrofoam cup.

He looked up, eyes unexpectedly clear and sharp, and said, “Take care of yourself, dear.”

The next day, I brought him a sandwich and a cheap coffee.

“Turkey,” I said.

“It’s not fancy.”

He took them with both hands.

“Thank you,” he said. “Take care of yourself, dear.”

It became our quiet ritual.

I got off the bus, handed him whatever I could spare.

He nodded and gave me that same line.

“Take care of yourself, dear.”

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