kind-hearted homeless man that made Nathaniel pause that day.
A reporter was stationed in a corner, doing his live broadcast from within the building, and Nathaniel noted the camera was pointed in his general direction so he made sure to keep himself busy. As he was heading over to help unload some boxes of donated clothes, something caught his eye. Across the cafeteria, seated at one of the tables, was a woman dressed in a thick, worn-out coat. She looked shy and timid; her long, blonde hair was pulled in a sloppy ponytail and hidden underneath a green, knitted hat. Despite the obvious dirt on her cheeks, there was a certain elegance about her that caught Nathaniel’s attention. All day he had heard a number of heart-wrenching stories from various members of the homeless, and there was something about this woman that made him want to hear hers in particular. There was a familiarity about her that he could not quite place.
Nathaniel started to go towards her, but almost as soon as he had made up his mind to go speak with the woman, one of the volunteers was shoving a box of clothes into his arms. “If you don’t mind-,” the young man was saying with a smile.
“Oh, of course,” Nathaniel said, as he looked back towards the table where the woman had been seated, he saw that she was gone. He shrugged it off for the time being; he assumed he would run into the woman again. Nathaniel took the box and hurried to the trucks in the back to help Adam and some of the other volunteers with the unloading; there were two enormous trucks full of donated items ranging from clothes to small children’s toys. He was surprised at how many members of the homeless were present; he had not realized how bad the homeless situation in his hometown had gotten. The place was filled to its capacity, but by some miracle, they managed to get every person there a warm meal –although they had cut it very close. He spoke with the lead woman volunteer, Maggie, and had her increase the amount of food they would need to purchase to ensure that no one got turned away with an empty stomach in the future.
Once things started to settle down a bit, Nathaniel looked for the woman in the green, knitted hat, but he could not find her anywhere in the crowd. Soon, more trucks full of goods arrived, and there was more work to be done. He got his hands dirty, but a part of him was enjoying the charity work –it was a different side of him that he had not used in a while.
Chapter 6
As the day started winding down, Nathaniel started revamping his search for the woman in the green, knitted hat. He could not quite put his finger on it, but there was something transfixing about her. He had gotten butterflies in his stomach when he had seen her, and there was this sense of familiarity that he simply could not expel. He began by asking the volunteers, but it was as though none of them had even noticed the woman, and this bothered him. He took it almost as a personal insult that someone so lovely and visually charming could have been overlooked by so many people.
“Sorry, man,” one of the young teenaged boys who had been in charge of unloading the trucks said when Nathaniel pressed him about the woman. “I didn’t notice anyone who looks like that. I didn’t really work around the people too much. I was in the back unloading boxes all day.” The kid slung a backpack over his shoulder, clearly ready to go for the day.
“Crazy. I’ve talked to every single volunteer here, and not one person seemed to have noticed the woman I’m talking about,” Nathaniel complained.
“Hey, man, here’s a thought,” the kid said, his voice full of sarcasm, “why don’t you try talking to the homeless