Troy
I was in a bad mood when I arrived in San Francisco so I needed to adjust my attitude. I set out to take the first homeless person I saw out to dinner. That person happened to be Troy. Works every time!
Work slowed on the oil rigs in Montana so Troy came to San Francisco to see if he could change jobs. When I met him Troy had been homeless for a few weeks. He is sleeping on the streets working odd-jobs to survive.
