Frank had approached me when I was filling up my gas tank to ask for money for food. Little did he know, one of my favorite things to do is help. There was a Burger King next to the gas station, and I told him when I was done I would get him whatever he wanted to eat. I could tell he was a humble man, because he didn't want to seem like he was being a bother. He only ordered a Whopper, and while we waited in line I asked him what he did with his time. He had told me that he had spent over 40 years as a carpenter. Due to an injury, he had to stop. Now, at 60, he works odd jobs in order to survive. He was just a man down on his luck.