As he turned his back and shuffled away, we knew he was going to sleep on the streets tonight, causing me to ask myself the oh-so-familiar question of “What more can we do?” The River team really did not do much for him, but we were able to talk, as he ate the burger that we bought for him. And in those moments, we were saw some of his dignity return. Kent is 38 years old, and had a stroke when he was 34, which stunned us because he is about 5’8”, and weighs no more than 150 pounds. He legs are “heavy”, he walks with a cane, and said that the dreams that he now has are of him running throughout his neighborhood with his siblings. Rarely do we learn the full story of the folks that we meet that live outside, but we’ve learned two very important things. Ask a lot of questions, and suspend all judgment. Kent needs a birth certificate, so he can obtain an ID, and he is wading through the bureaucratic morass that is Social Security, so he can get some sort of financial assistance. We will work through our partners to help him. We cannot even fathom the struggles this guy has been through, and that he faces every night and day. But, like so many of our friends who are experiencing homelessness- gratitude and hope co-exist with fear and shame. And, as always, we trust that hope will win out.