There's this guy I know. He has been homeless for years. I got to know him because he's always outside the liquor store I go to...sometimes...And he's a Real Change vendor. He hadn't been around for a long time and I asked the store clerk if he was okay and the clerk shook his head and said, "Oh... I don't think we'll be seeing him much."
I was so sad because I had just been talking to him about tarot and how he really was interested in it, so I was going to bring him a tarot deck since he didn't have one. And I thought something horrible had happened, too.
Flash forward to like six months later, and tonight I saw him! He had a bad public housing experience, apparently, but he's not dead, and I am so happy. Also, someone bought him a big warm coat, and a thick weatherproof coat/vest thing for his pup. And someone brought him a fancypants tent.
I texted my boyfriend OMG RAMON IS ALIVE AND HE HAS A NEW COAT AND TENT AND VEST FOR HIS DOG
And it turns out my boyfriend saw him earlier today and the tent was from him. OMG.
So I am really happy cuz my buddy is alive and doing his thing and my boyfriend is super sweet. This also made me think of all those people who judge homeless and poor people for having things or not "looking poor enough". They don't know where that stuff came from. Ramon is looking pretty fly, but it's thanks to the kindness of strangers.
So that's my happy story.