“I was standing at the bus stop and saw the sun rise. There’s death in my family. My cousin passed away. He was an OG, an old gangster as we call it. He lived by the golden rule. He taught my right and wrong and kept me out of trouble many times. And while he can’t anymore, this morning I could see the sunrise.”

While the train rides into downtown Dallas I give her some cards for her grandchildren. She continues with smiles and tears: “I had taken the train to get away from it all. I was about to get sad and then you came. Thank you so much for doing what you do. ” I feel so privileged I can listen to her.