I walk back and forth on Main Street for the forty seventh time today. I haven’t eaten anything today. My body is shaking and I could barely speak. People are passing by without noticing me at all. Actually the see me, but they just choose not to care. It was getting darker, my hands are shaking, my poster is falling apart and my pocket is empty. A little girl walked by. She smiles at me warmly holding her mother’s hand that is too busy looking at Christmas trees. She reached inside her pocket, pulled out a cherry lollipop and muttered “Merry Christmas”. I will never forget the kindness she gave me. Not only it was the only Christmas gift I’ve ever received in my five years of being homeless, but it was also the sweetest cherry lollipop I’ve ever tasted.