I Was the Only One Willing to Cut His Hair, but Afterward the Homeless Man Smiled and Said, “I Have Something for You”

I had no idea those eight minutes were about to change my life.
His clothes were worn and dirty.

A brown corduroy jacket shiny at the elbows.

Gray pants stained around the cuffs.

Old work boots, one of them split open at the toe.

His gray hair hung unevenly past his ears, and his beard looked as if he had tried trimming it himself. StudyBiology

But his eyes stopped me.

Pale blue.

Gentle.