I met Malik Friday afternoon. He was there when we arrived in the Salvation Army parking lot to provide sack lunches and a supply of bottled water to our friends. I spent some time talking with him. He was kind, he was gentle, and he had a beautiful smile. He was also hurting, physically and emotionally. He had slept in the grass the previous night, his allergic reaction was taking his breath away — literally. He was lonely. He is the same age as my oldest son, my mother's heart hurt for him. I wanted to wrap him up and take him home.