I gave Edward half a rotisserie chicken to let me take his picture. He let me sit down with him and he had told me that he was headed to DC in a few days, so it was good that I got his photograph now. We then spent the next 45 minutes talking about homelessness in America. Savannah, especially. He was a writer who drank in order to succeed, and it cost him everything. Now he has to feel washed up and alone, and he feels threatened that the moment he tries to ask for help, he'll be arrested. He is what inspires me to help others. Edward, among anyone else deserves to feel like they can belong. Nobody wants to feel alone. It was a captivating conversation about the respect of people just trying to live.