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  • This morning I walked by a homeless man. He was in a fetal position, which is always concerning, so I asked if he needed help. He tried to get up and faltered, so I helped him get off the ground. Then I asked, "Are you OK?" And he said, "Yes sir," and then proceeded to tell me with his liquor-twisted tongue that he was a Vietnam vet.

    That was all and well, but then he asked what day it was, and I said Sunday the 13th — Mother's Day. And he broke down crying like no man ever should.

    He must be so lonely.

    I used to interview a lot of people, and the one question I always wanted to ask — but never did — was, "When was the last time you were happy?" But every time I want to ask I either know the answer, or I know I can't listen to the answer without ruining my day.
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