By daily 
Life can surprise you when you think you’ve hit rock bottom. That’s where I was—homeless, sitting on a cold park bench with only a thin jacket and an old backpack. Hunger gnawed at me, but I had learned to ignore it. The winter air stung, and hopelessness weighed heavily on me.
My mind raced with regret and fear. How did I end up here? I thought about my lost jobs and failed relationships. Homelessness is a slow descent, and despite my efforts, it felt like the world had turned its back on me.
The park was full of people rushing by, unaware of my struggle. Families laughed, children played, and couples strolled hand in hand. The contrast felt unbearable.
Then, a voice broke through. “Are you okay?”
I looked up to see a woman in a red coat, her eyes filled with concern. She sat beside me and chatted casually, sharing stories about the weather and her favorite coffee shop. Without asking anything personal, she handed me a sandwich, an apple, and a bottle of water. “It’s not much, but I hope it helps.”
That simple act of kindness sparked a flicker of hope in me. I never forgot her, and it inspired me to pay it forward.