Spirit without a home...

John (of no fixed address) turned 45 yesterday. Two days earlier, a group of "kids" (as he calls them) attempted to run him over with their mountain bikes as he tried to sleep under a bridge. They threw a rock at him, which he was able to deflect with his hand, now bruised & swollen. Yet when I gave him his small gift, he was still able to offer me his smile and sparkling blue eyes. His spirit and good humour continue to amaze me... Happy Birthday John.