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In London, Charlotte Ellis and boyfriend Taylor Waldon, both 22, missed their last train home and found themselves stranded in freezing weather. The station gates were closed and it would be another four hours before another train went through. As they both stood shivering, a voice behind Charlotte said, “You can borrow my coat and duvet if you want. It’s a long wait and it’s freezing tonight.” Charlotte quickly jumped under the duvet (I believe we call that a comforter in America) and thanked the man for his offer. The man identified himself as “Joey” and before the train came, Charlotte refused to leave the man out in the cold alone and insisted he come home with her and her boyfriend to have a shave, shower and a meal. He declined at first but she said she would not get on the train without him. So he took her up on her offer. They decided to take a taxi instead of the train and went to Charlotte’s family home in Essex. They all talked for hours, exchanging stories, and became the best of friends. A few days later, Joey had a job interview and was hired. A group of friends then banded together to help him get official documents, like his birth certificate and a passport. Says Charlotte: “Just because someone is “homeless” it doesn’t make them any less of a person than me or you … not all homeless people should be instantly tarnished as bad people.” On a personal note, many years ago I pretended to be a homeless person on a very cold winter afternoon outside a restaurant. I did this for a company I worked for as a social experiment. I had let my hair and whiskers grow pretty long and I wore very shabby and torn clothing. And I asked those coming out of the restaurant if they could spare any change. Many were very kind, and some even gave me a couple of dollars. And a restaurant employee who had seen me though the front window came out and gave me a cup of warm chili. But there was one woman – probably in her mid- to late 20s – who I remember the most. She was wearing a very expensive looking coat and wore really nice jewelry. She looked at me with hateful eyes and shouted, “Get a job, you bum!” It’s really strange how we tend to remember the one mean person over the many kind ones. Anyway, I gave the little money I collected that day to a local charity. If you see a homeless person, at least give them a smile to show them you have a heart. And give them some change if you can spare it. I’m sure most all of them would rather have a home to go to, just like you and me.

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