Homeless Danny

Tonight, I made chocolate chip cookies from scratch. I make a mean chocolate chip cookie, let's be honest. Anyway, a batch makes far too many cookies for our tiny family to consume so I packed a few up to take down to our concierge in the lobby of our building. He was busy when I came down so I headed outside with MacKenzie- cookies in hand. I then ran into "Homeless Danny." He was loving on MacKenzie and I offered him the cookies. He took them and then marveled at how they were still warm out of the oven. He wanted to hug me and had to stop himself from crying because "no one is ever nice to me. People hate homeless people. We're scum." I informed him that I would always be nice to him, that I didn't hate him and that I knew he was not scum. He was quite touched. He ate his warm cookies with a HUGE smile on his face. He asked me why I wasn't scared of him. I told him that people don't mess with women who bring them cookies. :)

Honestly, when you walk by a homeless person do you even notice? Do you remember that they're human, too? That they're someone's son or daughter? It really rocked me down to the core that he thought that everyone hated him. I hope that's not true. I really do.