• It was a late December night.... around midnight. The frost-bitten air froze on my flushed cheeks. I walked home from the store, for milk, bread, flowers, chocolate and a ticket to see Sweeney Todd on Broadway, and saw something that caught my eye. A young man, without a jacket, walked down the street. His amber body told me that he didn't have a jacket of his own and that he was in debt down to his feet. I passed by him, pretending not to notice.

    A week after that, I came back to the store and bought some cereal, cheese and bacon, for breakfast tomorrow. I walked out of the store and saw the same guy last week. He was getting beat up by some teenaged jerks. People walked around them, without looking on the ground. I ran up to the teens and smacked them with the bag of groceries. They ran off and all that was left was the man. I stared at him for a moment, the young adult was at least twenty, maybe thirty, and homeless. I helped him up and took him to the hospital.

    He woke up a few hours later, I was sitting there. "What am I doing here?" He said, his voice as raspy and broken at points, but I understood. I told him to stay and left. That day, he was kicked out of the hospital, since his didn't have insurance.

    The next few weeks, I kept seeing him around town, begging people for money. No one paid attention. I felt bad for the poor guy. I walked up to him slowly and I asked if he would like to stay with me for the night. "I have an extra room and everything." He nodded and left me standing there.

    He was never there since and I never saw him again.

    As I arrived at the age of twenty-six, I saw his young self again. This time, he was warmer and his body was in much better shape. I saw him walk into a Macy's Store and I followed.

    I was in shock to see people line up to him. He was now famous as a book writer. I grabbed one of his books and read the first few pages. Then I noticed that the book... was about me.

    I turned to the man and asked him about it. "I wrote this, because this younger teen stood up to others and helped me learn that I needed friends to guide me along." I started to cry to hear that I helped someone more that not doing anything at all. He suddenly knew that the kid that helped him as me and thanked me.

    The moral of the story is that if you help other people, like this kid did, then you might change someone else's life by doing it.