A homeless man in a park outside the Catholic Church in Shenyang. He just sat there, looking at the ground. I don’t know his life story because I didn’t ask him. I didn’t offer him water, food or money either. Like everyone else, I walked way from him. After nine years, this picture still haunts me. I should have done something for him at that time and I didn’t. You have this broken men in every country. You can find them sitting there with glazed eyes wondering what happened. Please buy them a loaf of bread or a bottle of water and please don’t judge them. May the Almighty Buddha show these men a way out of their misery.