There's a man who I see from time to time walking around the library. His body is somewhat disfigured: his leg is bent inwards and he walks with a cane, his face is offset, and he moves somewhat jerkily. He'll talk to anyone who passes by, and tell them his story if they stay to listen. Many people don't stay. They think he's asking for money or they simply don't have the time to waste on some strange man they don't know. I've heard his spiel several times, but I always stay to hear him out. He used to be a wealthy, successful man before he went to the store on his bike and was hit by a truck, which maimed him. He lists the injuries he maintained, and then implores you to always wear your helmet. That's all he wants, to make sure that other people are careful and safe. If you're still around after that, he'll go on briefly about the dangers of smoking, too. I've heard it all before, but I still stay and listen. Sometimes he recognizes me and abridges his story, sometimes not, but I feel that paying attention to him is the least I can do. I don't know how strong his grasp on reality is, or if his story is true or not, but I believe him anyway, because what I do know is that all this man does is show care for others, and I have nothing but the deepest respect for him for that. So if you're ever walking through downtown Evanston, and a strange man hails you asking if you ride a bike or not, take a pause and give him a listen. It's the least you can do.