“Last stop of the night!” A bellowing voice called out, startling Willy from his slumber. Bleary eyed, Willy got to his feet and stumbled through the open doors without thinking. Immediately, Willy realized that he wasn’t anywhere near where he wanted to be and looked back to ask the bus driver where he was only to find the driver already pulling away.
Willy scratched his greasy unkepmt hair as he looked around himself, trying to figure out what to do next. He found himself standing at the corner of a gas station just on the outskirts of a nice looking neighbourhood. Every house looked identical to the next with their manicured lawns and SUVs. If Willy was any further out of his element, he would have been on a different planet.
The gas station was closed and there was no pay phone, not that he had any change to make a call or even have someone to call if he could. With a heavy sigh, Willy thrust his hands in the pockets of his ratty tattered old coat and wandered aimlessly.
The streets were bare, most of the people already tucked away in their warm beds in their cozy houses. Every house he walked past, the windows were dark.
Willy’s stomach rumbled loudly, protesting the hunger that constantly gnawed at him. A quick check confirmed that the stale bread he’d found the day before was only crumbs now. Seeing no other choice, Willy ducked into the nearest alley and looked for a garbage can.
They stood in a line down the alley, almost in uniform. Dark grey bins with wheels for easy transporting, filled with the leftovers and refuse of the well-to-do. Willy tried to open one, but it seemed to be stuck. He tried harder but the lid refused to give up its goods. Disgruntled, Willy went to the next one but it too wouldn’t open. Finally, Willy inspected it closer to find that it was lock. Who locks up their grabage? Willy wondered to himself as he moved on, doing his best to ignore his stomach.
As he exited the alleyway, a deep rumbling roared as a massive pickup truck pased him, thick bass filling the air as garbled rap music pumped out. In the cab, three teenagers all gawked at Willy.
Willy put his head down and walked away, trying to disappear. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the inner city and he stood out like a sore thumb in the middle of suburbia. Behind him, Willy heard the truck turn around and draw closer to him, slowly.
“Hey, you lost or something?” A voice called out. Willy didn’t look. He could hear the hostility in the voice. This wasn’t a concerned citizen. This was someone looking for a little fun at his expense. He’d seen it before. “Hey! I’m talking to you!”
A can hit Willy in the side of the head, hard. Willy told himself not to look. Best to try to disappear than start a problem, especially here. He was the outsider here and would be to blame if things went bad.
The driver, impatient with Willy’s lack of response, pushed the truck ahead of him and onto the sidewalk, cutting him off. As soon as the truck stopped, the passenger door opened and the first kid hopped out and approached him, “Hey hobo! Where you think you’re going, huh?”
Willy refused to meet his eyes as he came to shambling stop, trying to look as small as possible. Willy wanted to tell the kid to leave him alone, but he could just stand there silently.
The second kid got out, “Dude, check out those clothes! You look like you haven’t had a bath since you were in diapers. What is that smell anyways? Kitty litter and tuna?”
“You’re like a walking trash bag. I feel sick just looking at you.” The first kid sneered, “Why don’t you just go jump in front of a bus or something, huh?”
Willy didn’t say anything. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t dealt with in the past. Sometimes, kids like this would come into this inner city and pick a random homeless person to hassle. This would be the first time he was in their neighbourhood though, with no way out.
“You gonna say something, bro?” The first kid said, advancing on Willy aggresively, “Huh, you think you’re all hardcore living on the street or something?”
“Rick. Dude.” The driver spoke up finally, but without any real conviction.
Rick ignored his friend as he continued staring down Willy, getting closer. “What’s up, Stanky Pants? You just gonna stand there or are you going to do something about it?” Before Willy could reply, Rick shoved him.
Weak with hunger, Willy lost his balance and hit the ground. Suddenly, Rick was on top of him, kicking and stomping on Willy’s prone form. “This is how we treat garbage around here! Next time, you should just stay in your cardboard box!” Rick maliciously roared, punctuating each word with another blow.
“Yeah! Stomp him into the ground, Rick!” The second kid cheered him on. The driver just shook his head, trying not to watch the random act of violence on the homeless man.
After a few minutes, Rick finally stopped and stood over Willy, a wicked smile on his face, “How do you like that, Stank? You want some more? Cuz I got plenty more where that…”
Suddenly, lights flashed at them as a car pulled up by the truck. “Hey! Leave that man alone!” A man yelled out. The kids scurried away like cockaroaches, jumping back into the truck as it peeled away.
The man rushed to Willy’s side and looked him over, “Are you okay?” He asked as he checked him for wounds, “Can you speak?”
Willy nodded as he painfully got back to his feet, “Y-yes.” The man steadied him as he swayed on his feet, “Thank you.”
The man looked at Willy, “Yeah, no problem. No way I could just drive by and let them beat you to a smear. Do you need to go to the hospital or something?”
Willy shook his head, “No. I’m fine, really. I’ve been through worse.” That was half-true. 20 years makes a big difference. “Thank you again.”
The man extended a hand, “Again, no trouble. My name’s Dan.”
Willy regarded the hand for a moment. It had been a while since anyone had offered to shake his hand who didn’t have a knife hidden in the other. Still this man just saved his hide, so he took it quickly, “Willy.”
“I don’t want to offend you, but you don’t look like you live around here.” Dan offered carefully, “You want a lift somewhere?”
Deep inside, Willy wanted to be offended by Dan’s observation but it was still the truth. This wasn’t his world, not anymore. Maybe years ago, before he’d given up hope. “Uh, sure. Can you take me to the Junction Station?”
Dan nodded as he walked back to his car, “Sure. Hop in.”
As Dan drove them towards the city, they talked. Dan seemed like an alright sort of guy. Slowly, Willy opened up to him and revealed how he’d ended up on the streets. Dan, in turn, told him about his own experience when he was younger and found himself on the streets.
Willy was surprised. Dan was clean-cut and healthy. Aside from a small scar on the tip of his nose, there was no indication he’d ever lived a hard life.
As they pulled up to the Junction Station, Dan pulled out his wallet and offered Willy two 100 dollar bills. “Here. I want you to take this.”
Willy reached for the money out of instinct but stopped himself, “Uh, I can’t. You’ve done enough, Dan.”
Dan just smiled and pushed the money into his hands, “It’s okay. Really. When I was on the street, a stranger came and offered me a chance to help myself. This is just my way of paying it forward. So get yourself something to eat and maybe a new coat. Who knows, maybe you can get your chance to pay it back someday.”‘
Willy looked at Dan suspiciously, as if he thought there was some catch but Dan seemed earnest in his offer. Reluctantly, Willy took the bills and shoved them into his pocket. “I’ll remember that Dan. Thank you again.”
The good samaritan just smiled and waved him off as Willy opened the door to step out, “Take care of yourself Willy. I hope I see you again.” With another wave, Dan pulled away and Willy watched him drive off.
Willy pulled out the bills again and stared at them as if they were figments of his imagination and any minute now they would disappear into dust, but they were real. It was more money than he’d seen in a long time. It was enough to keep him feeling warm and fuzzy for a while, maybe even get him through the coming winter if he was careful.
Still, Dan’s words swirled around Willy’s head. Somehow, he’d managed to pull himself out of the streets and back into a comfortable life. He wasn’t cold and hungry and a victim of thug teenagers trying to prove how tough they were. All because of an act of kindness of a stranger.
Willy didn’t know what the future had in store for him, but he didn’t want to think about it right now. He was tired and in a lot of pain and just wanted to go back to his little corner of the world and sleep. Maybe tomorrow he’d have answers. Maybe tomorrow would be the first day of his new life.
Maybe.