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While driving to my internship this morning, I stopped at a red light, looked to my right and saw a homeless man holding a cardboard sign. The sign read "FATHER OF 4, HUNGRY, INJURED IN WAR, NO LEGS". What troubled me was not the whereabouts of his children, his hunger, or possible PTS......but that he had two legs. Did he borrow somebody else's sign? I was confused, and obviously staring at him. Eventually he looked directly at me, usually when I'm caught staring I immediately avert my eyes to the ceiling, but it was far too early for such speed. So there we were at 8am, me and the hungry, injured, father of 4....gazing into each other's eyes. I figured the light would be green at this point and I'd slowly drive away, however it did not change....nope....red, red, red. He (hungry/injured/father of 4) began walking towards my window (which was already down), I sat there with the kind of look on my face that people get when they're trying to put a shoe on without untying it. "Got any change?" he asked me, I wanted to ask him about his legs, and his sign....maybe it wasn't his fault, maybe he accidentally swapped signs with a pal. I decided not to say anything, because chances are I'd say something politically incorrect insult a hungry, injured father of 4 and I didn't wanna deal with that kind of guilt, especially before noon. Where were we? Ah yes, hoisting myself up, digging money out of my pocket. While searching for money I was startled by a honk from the car behind me, the light had turned green. I looked from the light to the man to the light, and started to ease forward. "Sorry" I said out the window as my car pulled away, but much to my surprise, my hungry/injured/father of 4 began running along side my car with both of his legs, which contrary to his sign, were definitely there. There we were 8:02am me and the hungry, injured, father of 4.....poetically moving through traffic at a glacial pace. I panicked and threw a couple bills out the window. I mean come on, legs or no legs...anyone willing to run alongside my car like the secret service, deserves something.

I'm just worried about the guy out there with no legs holding the wrong sign.