Yesterday I was out running errands, and as I was leaving Target I noticed a man near the intersection. He had a white beard and was wearing a coat with a hood, standing in the freezing rain, holding a sign that read “homeless vet.” As I approached the light, it turned green, so I continued to move forward. As I passed the man, we made eye contact, something I always avoid in those situations. His eyes were bright blue, but what I saw there broke me a little. I saw pain. I saw need. I saw a plea for help. But I kept going.