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When we first met, his smile was terrified, and my own felt a little wobbly. Then we started to become friends across the social abyss of mental illness.

Instead of unfurling all his sad childhood flags once again, a lonely man finds release when a visitor cares enough to start writing up his stories

The author has started getting acquainted over a cup of coffee, one hour per week, with homeless people most of us walk right past.

George came to Seattle with a poor plan, but he left with a good one