1I ran into Tommy again. He felt ashamed of his smell and appearance. All the more reason for me to sit down next to him. We sat together on the sidewalk shoulder to shoulder leaning up against a wall. I bought him some coffee and a warm meal. “What makes you happy, John?” he asked me. “I guess the simple things in life” I said. “What about you?” I asked. He reached out his hand and held mine and with teary eyes he said “having a friend makes me happy.”