I Gave Money to a Homeless Man Every Day — One Night He Begged Me Not to Go Home After losing my husband to cancer, I took a quiet job as an assistant librarian and began helping an elderly homeless man who sat outside my workplace each morning. Over time, small kindnesses turned into a routine, until one freezing evening he looked at me with fear and urgently warned me not to go home. Shaken, I stayed with my sister that night. The next morning, he told me the reason ....Continues in the Commen