I used to see this guy sleeping rough on my way to work. I’d walk past him each morning and he’d be there reading the paper intently. It was the same newspaper I read online, but several days out of date. So I started buying him that morning’s paper. I’d give it to him saying something like ‘hey, I’ve just finished with it’ but he always knew I was reading mine elsewhere. Because one day he thanked me for all the newspapers I’d bought him, and said it meant a lot to him. He and I are big guys but we both got a tear in our eye!