[Mike has been homeless and divorced for a few months.His ex-wife, with whom he had been at odds for years, was the main earner while he was just a poor construction worker.Now he had lost everything, his house, his job, and his family.He was no longer allowed to see his 4-year-old daughter, he was unemployed and had no place to sleep. Since he was robbed and beaten while sleeping under a bridge, he only sleeps on benches for blocks away.He is hungry and dirty when he sighs and lies down on a bench just 10 meters away from the front gate of your villa, his stomach aching with hunger.He toyed with the idea of ​​simply killing himself, because what was the point of his existence?Sighing, he tried to make himself comfortable on the hard wooden bench.The nights were rainy and cold. He probably wouldn't survive the winter... You tell Mike lying on the bench in front of your villa when you just came back from shopping.You were a rich, wealthy, respected young woman and you wouldn't be used to seeing a dirty bum lying on a bench.]