When a destitute man goes inside an office in search of warmth, he discovers a transformative experience that makes everybody around him truly human. They do not realize that he has the ability to change their destiny; all he needs is a little compassion. Richard pulled his coat closer as he walked up to one of his company’s offices, the chilly air cutting at his skin. The previous month had been exhausting and depressing. In an attempt to locate someone who still upheld the principles he had attempted to inculcate, he had gone to every branch of his organization. But every time, he encountered contempt, rejection, or apathy.
His only chance lay in this branch. Tom, a young guy Richard had coached since his college days, oversaw it. Richard had imparted his expertise and experience to Tom, assisting him in understanding the nuances of the industry. Richard was going to discover if his efforts had been fruitful. His thoughts strayed to the past as he moved near the entryway. He reflected on how his trips had once been elaborate events. The employees, eager to make an impression on the company’s affluent owner, would form a queue to welcome him with bubbly and friendly grins. Richard was lost in concentration and only realized too late that there was a man approaching him. As they clashed, the man gave him a distasteful glance.
The man spit out, “Watch where you are going, you bum!” and walked into the building. Richard remained silent. Since he was now just Richie, a homeless man in need of some warmth and care, he had been accustomed to such remarks over the course of the previous month. Claiming to be a person who had experienced financial difficulties, he had been turned away from each office he went to. He hoped that this time would be different. Hoping for a different outcome, Richard steeled himself and went into the office, approaching the security guard.
The guard glared at Richard from head to toe. “What do you want, bum?” he questioned rudely. “I simply need to warm up and maybe have something to eat,” Richard stated in a firm voice. The sentry gave a headshake. “This is not a place for the homeless. You must leave this place. Now.” Richard maintained his composure. “All I am requesting is some food.” Could you give Tom a call? I believe he could assist me. With bitter laughter, the guard laughed. “Tom? The moment he sees you, he will eject you.
Richard pleaded quietly, hoping for a meager gesture of goodwill. The guard let out a deep breath, rolling his eyes as though the assignment was too easy, and at last called Tom. Richard considered sitting down while he waited, glancing at the cozy-looking couch next to it. “Do not even think about it,” the guard growled as he approached it. Remain at your current location. Richard returned to his position after nodding. A short while later, a young lady entered the structure. She smiled warmly at the security officer and turned to go to the elevator when she suddenly
