Today I found a man on the side of the street with everything he owned in a suitcase. Everyone has seen or will in the future a homeless person. Most just walk or drive on by but something told me to stop. I sat down beside him and said with a sigh “what’s your story?” He looked at me with a grin from ear to ear and said “Now little lady, what makes you wanna here an old bastards story like mine?” I laughed and said “Because I have one too”. He told me about his family, said he had 3 kids. Two of which had become fairly successful and one who was a elementary school teacher. His wife left him a couple years ago and he said somehow he got here. He had a southern accents and spoke slowly and was fairly grammatically correct. I asked him about any alcohol or drug problems and he said when he had tried he was just a kid and never touched it since because he knew he didn’t know when to stop. After he finished I said “Well you haven’t lived too rough of a life, why do you live out here?” Just then he said the words that I have been repeating in my head all day and will continue to stay close to my heart in years to come. He said “Hun, I know I haven’t showered and I smell a little rotten but I have it easy. Quite truthfully I have a better life than any of these ol’ people. They walk past me and give me money and I give it back. I do not need money because I am at serenity with myself. I am happy to be alive. They need money to be happy, so let them keep it.” He smiled and said “When you sat down here you said you had a story, go on and tell me” I told him about how my parents had divorced when I was little and I had an abusive stepfather. I told him about how recently this year my father passed away suddenly of a heart attack. I told him about how I want to be a supermodel but for now I compete in beauty pageants. When I was done he looked at me and smiled and said “Sometimes the ones that dress the best, look the best and smile are the ones that cry all night.” Sometimes the ones that look like they are put together are the ones falling apart.” Since my father passed I have learned to be nice to everyone because everyone has a battle. Everyone will eventually get burned whether they have already or not. Today taught me that the one that has nothing is less hurt than the one who has everything. Society sees that man as a hard-living, dirty scum who is either an alcoholic or a drug addict. That man is not our societies assumption. It’s the same concept as “Don’t judge a book by a cover”. The other side is unknown. Sometimes the prettiest ones on the outside are the ugliest inside. So please, be kind. Talk to strangers and ignore judgement assumptions because chances are you were wrong.