
In the weeks after, I began stopping by the bridgeβnot out of pity, but out of f…
In the weeks after, I began stopping by the bridgeβnot out of pity, but out of friendship. Sometimes I brought coffee; sometimes, just conversation. No matter what he had, Jesse always shared it freely. Under that bridge, bread and laughter turned strangers into neighbors. He may live on the margins, but his generosity is at […]