I stepped into a flower shop to pick out bouquets for my wife and daughter. I had already selected one when I noticed an elderly man standing near the entrance.
He wore a vintage trench coat, wrinkled slacks, well-shined shoes, and a plain shirt beneath the coat.
He didn’t appear to be homeless—just someone with little means. Still, he carried …
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