He went on to explain that he is a vet and lost his home and that he was living in the woods. He said he didn't want money but that he was hungry. He kept offering us his backpack and I'm not sure why. Wayne asked him to wait in the parking lot and that we'd be right back with something for him. I'm sure he thought we were just looking to get away but instead we drove around the block and Wayne pulled $10 out of his wallet to give the guy.
When we came back, Wayne walked over to the guy and offered him the money to go get some food. Wayne said that the man started to cry and told him that he'd gotten ten 'fuck yous' that day and that no one had helped him. He pulled out his discharge papers from the military and his military ID to show Wayne that his story was true.
Wayne and I drove home in relative silence and I could not stop thinking about that man, sleeping out in the woods, in freezing temperatures. I wish we'd had a blanket in the car to give him. I wish we could have done more. I can't believe that we (as a society) let this happen to those who have voluntarily served.
It made me really appreciate what I have.
The next day we had freezing rain all day. I hope that he found somewhere warm and dry.