So while walking around the neighborhood near my hotel, →[More:] I noticed a man in a wheelchair, sleeping with a blanket over his head. The next night, I noticed him again in the same spot. Since I had to stop and pick something up anyway, I also bought a Gatorade and a pack of donuts. On my way by, I placed the food by his feet. He awoke with a start. I explained that I wanted to give him some food. "I have enough. I have. I have!" he protested. I ask if he could give it to someone who needed it. "There is no one else. Just me. I have enough."

I walked away confused. I thought I was helping someone who needed help and I was turned down flat. I decided to find someone else to give it to. I walked more than a mile, encountering only happy, apparently well-off people. I went one last place- under a highway bridge, wondering if anyone sheltered there. No one.

So I walked along the highway the few blocks back to the hotel. I guess that means I'll just eat the donuts myself. When I got to the hotel I found no entrances faced the highway; I'd have to walk to the end of the block.

When I got there I found the highway was elevated above street level, so I had to walk one more block to cut over to the block where the hotel was.

Growing impatient, I cut across the corner of the next block, close to the building. And there was woman on the gravel walkway next to the building, curled up asleep.

I quietly approached her to set the bag down. She heard my closest step and sat up suddenly. "It's okay. I have some food for you if you want it." I set the bag down and walked on. She picked it up and said, "Okay."

"It's not much. Maybe it will help," I suggested.

I heard her say, "Thank you." I walked the last block back to the hotel.