Everyone watched him with fear, yet no one really understood who he was. That day, right outside the bus station, he heroically saved two lives!
No one really knew his name, and, in truth, most people would have crossed the street rather than meet his eyes. His face bore the quiet exhaustion of someone who’d lived on the margins, and a small tattoo—a broken compass on his neck—hinted at a past that didn’t quite fit the neat boxes of polite …