Originally Posted by iamkathi

There is a guy here in downtown Atlanta near our building named Ted. I know this because after a year of passing him on the street at lunch time I bought him a sandwich and a bottled of water. He is in a wheelchair and dirty as hell. I just asked him his name and game him the bag of food. He told me and asked my name. Now, every time I pass him he speaks and so do I. I have noticed several people call him by name. I stopped and gave him some apple juice a month or so ago and the next day he told me it had been years since he had real juice. He seemed appreciative.

I am not sure what his issues are but I am sure he has some.


I don't give when asked, but Ted is a 'special case'.

It freaks out the ladies in our office when I stop to talk to him, but I think they understand I am a 'special case' too.