I made friends with one particular homeless man a few years ago. His name was Raymond, he had previously in life worked manual labor jobs, had a wife and kid. A

I made friends with one particular homeless man a few years ago. His name was Raymond, he had previously in life worked manual labor jobs, had a wife and kid. A proud husband and father. His wife left for someone who could provide greener pastures. He never recovered from that. I would see him when I was out running errands in my neighborhood. He never had shoes on. I stopped one day and asked him if he needed shoes and what size. I bought them for him. I gave him some food. He refused it. I thought that was odd. I saw him about a week later and offered him food and he said no again. I asked him why and he said it is because I didn't offer it to him in a bag to carry it. Then it made sense. If he couldn't carry it, he couldn't keep it long term. It was to much to carry around all day everyday. Over the years I gave him clothes, food, books, an old laptop (which, yes, he was using months later, so he did not sell it), inviting him to holiday dinners and my friendship. We would chat for hours sometimes about whatever was going on. He was very in tune with current affairs. Then I stopped seeing him. I drove around looking for him. I asked some others where he might be and nobody knew. I never saw him again.