It is slightly warm as I step out of the car.  Other cars whiz by as I walk to the crosswalk to go to work.  Across from me a man holds a sign.

Homeless vet.  Please Help.

He stands there almost everyday.  It makes me wonder why no one has taken him in yet.  Why does a man go again and again to the same place.  I wonder how my parents would react if I brought him home?