He is quiet, never asks for help or money, food, anything.
Almost daily, his small shelter is destroyed, and he is compelled to build a new one.
He never gives up, just keeps on going.
One day, I asked him how he does it: never give up, keep on moving, keep on building a new home.
All he did was stare at me, quietly, as always.
Here is his picture.
Happy Halloween!
