Copper Coffee

I work downtown

I see a lot of homeless people. The ones who really are homeless with the long dirty hair, scraggly beard and shoes that don't match. Can’t catch a break, no help, and no hope.

I’m not talking about guy with the creepy grin and the same cardboard sign, with the same story, standing by the same road everyday with his hat out. I know he makes more money than me. I’m talking about the first guy.

I step into my Tim Horton’s in the morning to get my fix and I see a homeless man hanging around. He looks a little confused but is trying to blend in. Not asking for change or anything. Just hanging out. Maybe he was hoping for an unfinished bagel left on the table.

Two police constables walk in. Strong, fast, proud. There are times, I know, management calls in the force to remove the homeless. I took one look at them and shift my gaze because I’m already expecting a brutal ass kicking.

To my surprise, they approach him and start talking. They line up and I’m still looking out of the corner of my eye (cause I personally don't need an ass kicking either) and just waiting for something to happen.

They keep talking

And talking

No batons drawn, no gloves on

Still talking

Finally they’re at the cashier, and the two constable turns and asks him if he wanted a coffee.

!!!

Maybe there is still hope left in the world.