There was a homeless man that was always near a road that had a horrible frenzy of convoys. I always visited him and gave him food because of the fact that he was emaciated.
At first he was very shy, but then he opened up to me the third day. I would ask him how was his life before being homeless. He would tell me that he had a fancy lifestyle. He would reminisce on the expensive cars and houses. But when others would listen to his story, they thought it's not veritable.
After a while, purchasing lavish and expensive things were perfunctorily. The people that he use to hang out were voids and would sabotage him , only thinking about how much money he has left in his pockets.
He then told me that he realized that the life that he was having was raucous, but it was too late to realize what he did wrong. He had nothing nor no one left, which put him in the situation he is in now.
And that's why he thanked me all the time for being altruistic and would tell me prophecies that what I did for him and others in need would open doors for the minorities .
I was stammered by the thoughtful things he said about me, I felt that i had to do something much more empowering for all those in need. I thought of a latter that i had of doing a home just for them, because they deserve much more.