The hardest thing for a man to do is admit he’s wrong and ask for help. I have been lucky in life to have been right and been able to do it on my own. Now I must bid you farewell because it’s almost 5 PM and the homeless shelter is about to close and if I don’t get there on time I don’t know where I’m going to sleep.

(Thanking San Diego, where I once made their streets my casa, for this inspirational anecdote)