This is Alexander.
Tomorrow will be his 69th Birthday.
He has no family.
He told me he can't remember ever having a birthday party.
He was an only child born to alcohol dependent parents.
He grew up in poverty and was sent from relative to relative.
He has lived in Pennsylvania, Arizona and Florida.
Alexander wears at least 2 jackets every day.
He gets his clothes from a thrift store.
He is always very happy when he can find shoes that are the right size.
His current pair are sketchers and they cost him $8.
He thought that was a steal.
He has a rip in the back of his pants right now.
His shoes are tattered because he walks incessantly.
He hasn't washed his hair in quite a while.
He can't remember the last time he had to get dressed up.
He carries 3 totes with him wherever he goes.
He has to keep all of his possessions in the bags.
He likes sardines and crackers.
He likes ginger ale.
He likes people.
He doesn't like living in a shelter.
He doesn't like taking medicine for mental health issues.
He doesn't like when people try to take his bags away from him.
He likes to talk about his life.
He likes to draw and write things down.
He likes to read.
He is special.
He is loved.
He is my friend.
Every person matters.
Happy Birthday Alexander.