I went to the post office to drop a letter in the mail to make sure it could get postmarked today. There was a homeless man sitting outside of the post office. He was picking at his skin and it was bleeding so I asked him if he was ok. He said, ‘Yes, I am just picking at a scab. Thanks for asking.’ He then asked me if I had any change. I went to my car to look but only had my credit card. I asked if I could get him anything from the Dollar Tree which was right next to the post office. He said ‘Oh that would be great! I’d love a cold drink, some chips and tuna.’ I got the items + a couple of extras and brought it back to him. He thanked me and asked my name. His name is Scotty.— Jeanette, Costa Mesa.