I highlighted this man in a March 2016 photo. When looking back, I forgot what his photo looked like in color. So, I grabbed a color version of one that I took and quickly noticed the sadness in his face seemed to intensify with color.
He told me that he was placed into the foster care system at age 6. A woman in Indiana later adopted him.
“My mom (talking about his adopted mother), was like Aunt Bee on the Andy Griffith Show,” he said with a smile.
As he continued to describe his adopted parents he said to me, “My dad (adopted father) was an Evangelist.” I could tell he was proud of the parents who raised him in life, but he was struggling.
A string of bad choices mixed with a little bad luck landed him on the streets. Today he is 48-years old.
The conversation took a downturn, “I buried my best friend yesterday,” he said while looking down. When I asked who died he said, “My mom.”
“Tears are words that need to be written.” ― Paulo Coelho, Novelist