On my way home from my ultrasound today, I saw a homeless guy by the side of the road. I've seen him there off and on for a while but never had time to stop or cash with me. So today I intentionally turned into the bank by the intersection and got out some money. I drove up and waved him over and said 'here you go partner, my life is in bad shape too but hope this can help you out'. He said thank you and asked if I could drive him to mcdonalds? Its really hot and I don't want to walk all that way, I noticed he had a black eye and I said no I have to go. I drove down the road, pulled over, took stuff out of my front seat and drove back around the block. Came back around and he was no where to be found. I turned and saw him walking towards McDonalds with his thumb hanging out towards the road. Pulled over and told him to hop in. He climbed in, thanked me and said its as hot as hell... and I didn't realize it was 89 degrees F so he wasn't kidding. Drove for a few minutes and he told me he was waiting to hear back from a local pizza place about a job and was waiting for his section 8 housing application to go through. Said he was jumped a few nights ago by a group of guys who took what little money he had from asking motorists for money. Said he's trying to make it and get his life back on track. After talking with him more and looking at his clothing, I could tell he was a Vet from Iraq or Afghanistan and obviously had PTSD or DU exposure. So I took him to McDonalds, he thanked me again and said the money would get him by for a few days. Even though I felt like death today, it felt great to be able to help someone else who's down on their luck.