The best part was, he never gave up hope, always believing that someone kind would eventually see him

The best part was, he never gave up hope, always believing that someone kind would eventually see him

He never lost hope in a world that frequently looked icy and uncaring. He would walk the streets day after day, glancing into people’s faces in an attempt to find a gesture of goodwill or a glimpse of recognition. His path was not simple; it was paved with innumerable setbacks, isolated moments, and instances where…