I had just finished a long shift when I stopped at a busy gas station and noticed an elderly man standing outside in only a bathrobe, shivering in the cold while people hurried past without offering help. Something about the lost look in his eyes compelled me to approach him gently. His name was Henry, and he was confused, searching for his late wife without remembering she had passed away. I brought him inside, bought him something warm to drink, and called the numbers listed in his pocket diary. When his children answered, I expected concern, but instead they said they were too busy to come. Their dismissive tone lingered with me long after I hung up the phone. Not wanting Henry to be alone, I brought him home to stay with my family until we figured out the next steps. Continue reading…
