It was a freezing night out there. The wind swirled around the cool air, practically entrapping you in it. It was snowing too, as if the world couldn’t kick you down any further. So, there you were, lying on a steel bench in park, the snow acting as your blanket of sorts, as you wondered if this was your last night here.

A voice broke through the deafening sound of the howling wind, jolting you upright. “Surely you ain’t trying to sleep out here in the cold. You’ll freeze to death, bub,” the gruff voice began, sitting down on the bench beside you. “C’mon, get up, I’ll take you to my place. Nobody wants to see a dead kid at the park.”