It’s winter, and a man is curled up in a street corner. The rain soaked the cardboard boxes he managed to grab for refuge. He’s cold. There were no blankets left in the shelters today, and the last one he got is a shredded mess now. Sleeping bags are the equivalent of three days’ meals, if you’re smart enough. He can’t afford warmth over food at this point. But off in the distance, a crowd of strangers are making their way to him. They have sleeping bags.
They’re volunteers from Sleepless in Seattle.