I don’t know his story. I didn’t get to have a conversation this time. I was busy. Just like everyone else. I didn’t notice him at first. He was invisible. They always are. I only noticed him out of the corner of my eye. I was stopped at a light waiting to cross the street. I’ll never know his story, but I want to. I have to get to my meeting. I’ll go back and drop a dollar in his cup. I hope. I have to.