Saturday was a life-challenging experience for me. I met a houseless man named B. For reasons unknown to either of us, we clicked. I explained that I was a student and I was trying to understand what it's like to be houseless. He told me he had been in Savannah for two months, on the streets because of bad decisions. He asked me if I really wanted to see true life for him. I did. He showed me--the wondering, the panhandling, the abandoned house he slept behind, the addiction, the bridge he went under to get high.

But more than that he shared his story. Told me about his wife and son. The work he use to love. The mother he hasn't spoken to. The choices he made.

I'm not sure why he was so open with me, I'm not sure why I was so honest with him.