T.K.
My husband is a vet. When we go to the veterans hospital, you run into a lot of homeless people. He seeks them out to talk to. He loves to sit under a tree talking to the "old heads." He says the old cats know what lifes really about and he likes to get thier advice or just listen to thier stories. He always introduces himself, states his branch of service then asks thier name and branch of service. He does it out of respect without even realizing how much it means to them. You see thier whole face light up and they stand a little taller and prouder. Then they usually spill thier story without having to be asked. I think It's that human connection that says - we are not that differant and you are still a person worthy of respect.