I remember the time a very unwell homeless man knocked on my door, wanting money, food, and the opportunity to show me his theories about the moon and the stars.  A little while later he had a fit outside on the road and hit his head on the gutter.  I started to take a crotched blanket that my grandmother had made out to him, but my brother intervened and we used an old towel instead.

-23 April 2015

This post is part of the I Remember series.