It starts with a kind smile from a stranger. A simple hello. Better yet, a wave.
"The woman who took my hand and led me down the street into the restaurant could not have known how much that meant to me."
The old woman smiled a crooked smile at the camera before walking away, pushing her shopping cart filled with odds and ends.
"Most people just walk by and pretend they don't notice you. But one person, a young boy, asked his mom if he could give me some money. And that is why I always pray for children.
They are the purest." She makes a goofy face at the camera, laughing pleasantly.
"It makes my day when someone shows me a little kindness, and not because they pity me but because they understand what it's like to be in my shoes--well, if I had any.
Hehe! Amazing really, to think that there are still decent people in this world." The man spoke like a Southerner, his clothes were stained with food, and his hair was unkempt.
Yet despite his rough mannerisms and appearance, there was a glint in his blue eyes that reflected in the camera lens and left an impression on my heart.
At the end of the photo-shoot, I went home with more than just photos of the homeless. Each picture told a story, not of despair and pining, but of something sweeter.
Gratitude and love.